Maxwell Peary gently laid Rabina Mitchell down and closed the door before undoing her clothes.
"Mm... Uncle..."
Nia Mitchell's eyes were hazy, lying there as Maxwell Peary caressed her.
"Good girl, it'll feel better soon."
Maxwell Peary gently brushed away the strands of hair on Nia Mitchell's face and then slowly unbuttoned his white shirt.
With a click, the sound of a belt being undone was heard.
Nia Mitchell's bewildered eyes brightened slightly.
Soon after, that tantalizing heat surged up again, nearly burning away all her rationality.
"Uncle..."
Nia Mitchell reached out, pulling Maxwell Peary over, leaning in and softly kissed him, pressing herself tightly against him.
...
Leon Blackwood's birthday party—
Silence enveloped the room, just as the nightlife was supposed to begin, the place that should have been lively suddenly quieted.
Everyone held their breath standing there, fearing the wrath of the man ahead would turn on them.
