Chapter 4 Uncle's Mistress

UNCLE'S MISTRESS

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Willow's pov

I was on the chair, clutching onto the excess of my baggy pants around my thighs and my tired eyes was gazing at the floor. I'm far from being scared, I felt more safe than I had ever been in a long time. More importantly, I missed him.

I felt him hover around me with his shadow and I lifted my head to see him handing a glass of water to me. I accepted it with both hands and took a relieving gulp from it.

"It feels just like yesterday when I bought you that designer watch." My mafia boss uncle said not smiling at all.

I decided to take the liberty and smile for him instead. There was an expensive diamond glittering watch hanging around my wrist which I take everywhere.

"You sent it last week, of course it's like yesterday." I answered feeling all smug and he chuckled inaudibly.

He is strict. Probably the coldest man I have ever met. But he still cares for me because his eyes is soft now. He isn't a monster towards me.

We were in his hotel suite, he is here on a 'business trip' like he would call it but he's actually here for his secret deals that has to do with his secret organization. The suite is heavenly and gold plaited. Very styled in such a way that one would willingly spend millions of dollars to spend a night.

I personally liked the wine closet from where I can spot my favorite drinks that I rather take than drink coffee.

Uncle Cameron is just a simple icy man building empires all around the world. Something I can never achieve even if I was given a hundred more years to live on earth.

Maybe my mind was just going too far like it always does.

"So, Willie. What are you doing all the way here?." He questioned taking a sip of whatever from a little bottle.

I dropped the glass aside and turned to him, secretly laughing in my heart for the fucked up thing I'm about to say.

"I just happened to enter my private jet and ordered the pilot to stop me in London. There you have it..." I answered looking not-bothered.

His deep brown eyes gave me a disapproving stare and I let out a nervous snicker.

Unfortunately, I couldn't control my eyes at this moment and they dropped on his manhood which I could see the size past the towel. I knew he was enormous. That is definitely part of the qualification to become the mafia leader.

I am not a creep or committing a serious sin tonight. Luckily, I wasn't related to him by blood and was adopted by his elder brother when I was a little kid. They didn't have a kid so adopting a baby was their considerable plan.

After they got me, the couple started having kids and I became the mistake they couldn't get rid of easily.

I have grown to become close to Uncle Cameron more than my adoptive parents.

But he always too busy but here I was right now prepared for the night.

"Be honest, kid. How are you here? How did you know where I was?" Cameron asked leaning close from his king like chair.

"You will have to find out in the morning." I replied as my sight darts to his chest and I take in the muscularity that was visible right before me. He worked out a lot but I understand it's to be thick enough to withhold bullets. Right?

There is a bold tattoo of a dragon across his chest which my father rebukes whenever he came over and walks around the mansion in his white little singlet.

"Can I touch your tattoo?" I requested and his head snapped at me.

"When have I ever said no, baby?" He replied surprising me.

I immediately get on my feet and walked to where he was. I run my fingers around the drawing. I caress and touch him so good hoping he felt something, anything like the spark I was feeling in a million places.

He is so handsome.

I can't resist him anymore.

This was what went on on my mind as I placed my lips on Cameron's. His lips were smooth just as I imagined. I try to kiss beyond that but he doesn't let me.

His lips are tight sealed like he wouldn't budge even for a tiny taste.

I decided to ditch his lips and lowered my body to kiss his nipples. I hold his shoulders as I knelt before him and suck on his right nipple.

"It tingles..." Cameron commented with a stone hard face. I ignored him and ran my hands around his chest again.

"That's enough, Willow. You can't handle me." He whispered and I pulled away from him.

I looked into his blazing eyes as he gazes back at me.

"Why don't you find out first if I can handle you or not?" I proposed standing back up.

"Willow..." He called in a death tone and I knew what the look on his face meant.

It was the same brooding stare he gave me when I wanted a car during my mid teens, the same stare when I wanted to date one of dad's employees. Like I was still too young for everything.

"I'm twenty five years old, Cameron. I want this. I don't care about anything else right now." I dotted loftily.

I felt his jaw tic and again, I ignored what he's resisting in his body. I know how hard he is for me and he is restraining himself from admitting it.

"What do you want to do?" He asked sitting up from his formal lazy resting position.

I don't respond but stand up. First, I need to eliminate the things obstructing the view.

I dragged one of the strings of the pants and it loosened instantly. I pushed my baggy pants down revealing just the thong I had underneath.

I wasn't wearing a bra upstairs either and I found his eyes watching me up there.

"On your way here, did any male ogle at you there?" He asked in a possessive growl.

What was he going to do? Chase them down and cut off their eyeballs?

Hold on. He's a crime boss. He can actually do that! My bad.

"It doesn't matter, does it? As long as they don't get to see the real melons then their staring is meaningless." I replied with a shrug.