Fall Bridesmaid Toy for Her Uncle

She’ll get her ‘happily ever after’. But first, she’ll get it deep, rough and without protection. Her uncle’s gifts make a dirty and unforgettable wedding weekend.

I want my uncle, and I’ll play every dirty game to make it happen. My cousin’s destination wedding in Tuscany is my chance to make my uncle see me as more than just his niece.

When we’re forced to share a villa, I’ll use every seductive trick in the book to tempt him. I’ll tease him with my bridesmaid dress, flaunt myself in front of him, and push him until he can’t resist me.

I need him to make me his and breed me.

“Fall Bridesmaid Toy for Her Uncle” is a taboo age-gap romance featuring a dominant uncle and his seductive niece. With scorching chemistry, explicit dirty talk, and a forbidden attraction that leads to a filthy HEA.

Word count: 8500. All characters are 18+
The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

My uncle grips the younger guy by the collar, his face a mask of fury. “Go back to the reception,” he snarls.

The guy holds up his hands in fear. “Hey man, I didn’t know she was taken. We were just having some fun.”

Sean’s patience snaps as he shoves the guy away. “The fun’s over. Get lost.”

My cousin doesn’t need to be told twice. He scrambles away, leaving Sean and me alone. For a long moment, we just stare at each other. The air between us crackles with tension, and I can see the muscle in Sean’s jaw working as he clenches and unclenches it. “What the hell were you thinking?”

The anger in his tone ignites a fire within me. “Me?” I shoot back in defiance. “What about you? You’ve been watching me all night, looking about ready to devour me, but you wouldn’t do a damn thing about it.”

My uncle takes a step closer, his eyes blazing with an intensity that makes my knees go weak. “You have no idea how hard it’s been to keep my hands off you,” he snarls, his muscular frame seeming to grow even larger as he looms over me.

My voice trembles as I whisper, “Then don’t. Just touch me. Please.”

He hesitates, and I can see the conflict in him—lust warring with his sense of what’s right. But then, with a primal growl that sends electricity coursing through my body, he pulls me into his arms. His lips crash into mine and it’s like every nerve in my body comes alive at once. My uncle’s hands are everywhere—fisting in my hair, gripping my waist with bruising force, cupping my face with a possessive intensity. His anger has transformed into passion, and I’m intoxicated by his dominance.

“F*ck,” Sean groans, pulling back slightly. “Why do I want you so much?”

Time stops and I feel a power welling up inside me. He’s desperate for me. I bet he’d fall to his knees and worship me if I demanded it.

The first thing that I can think of pops out of my mouth. “Because I’m a little sl*t who threw herself at her uncle, remember?”

That’s all it takes. Sean lifts me up, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. He carries me deeper into the vineyard, away from the path. He stumbles to a stop against a wooden trellis, the grapevines providing a canopy of privacy, and Sean sets me down.

“God, you are a little sl*t.” He kisses down my neck, sending jolts of delight straight to my cl*t. “And I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”