All Chapters of Please, Mr. Sinclair I'm your Stepbrother's Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Adriana ChenLooking back now, the way he looked at me that first evening should have told me everything. His whole presentation was the precise type I had spent my entire life instinctively avoiding. I had a radar for men like Julian Sinclair. I had always taken the longer route around them, kept my gaze low, my posture closed. I mean for his gift was a packet of protection.Julian pressed his cigar into the ashtray slowly, the ember dying with a small hiss. Then he straightened, adjusted the lapels of his coat with two fingers, and let the smirk stretch. "I hate kids," he announced. He was already turning, already moving toward the door when he paused mid-step as though something had just occurred to him. He glanced back at Andrew, casual and cutting in equal measure. "Right — when is the wedding, bro? Don't forget to send an invitation." And then he was gone, his footsteps disappearing.Benjamin Sinclair was on his feet before the echo of those steps had faded, his jaw set, excus

JULIAN SINCLAIRThe look in her eyes was infinitely more satisfying than I had imagined. The first fragile crack in the perfect image she had built around herself. I had known she would be alone tonight. Hell, I had made sure of it. He took the bait without hesitation, abandoning his bride on the very night she was supposed to become his everything. Pathetic. My little brother never understood the value of the things he possessed which makes it easier for me. I left the door opened, I hanged her wedding photo, just the mere thought of fucking her under that gown was enough to make my cock.It became hard in mere second by the thought of pinning her across the room, moments before the wedding. I grabbed from within my pockets her red panty. Yeah, I had taken one, my fingers tightened around it. God, I was losing my mind. Sniffed in the most delicious scent I might have ever, my heart racking at the scent.The imagination of it was pleasurable, leaning in as I spank that plum ass, damn,

Adriana ChenHuh. Shit I had no idea why this kept happening. I would drift without warning, mid-sentence, mid-thought, mid-breath, and there he would be again behind my eyes. After a warm shower, I dressed and headed downstairs, when I found Benjamin Sinclair in the entrance hall with a cluster of men, one look and you could tell they were important.“Morning!” I greeted them politely only for Mr. Benjamin to call me back.“Can I have a word with you,” he excused them and led me towards the fish pond."How are you settling in?" he asked, watching the water."Everything is fine, I guess," I said. He scoffed."You don't have to be polite with me." He dropped a pinch of bait into the water. "We probably look like a joke to you. Wedding over and already you find yourself alone — husband gone abroad with his mother chasing some deal you know nothing about."I was quiet. He continued, his tone stripped of ceremony. "I have no excuse to offer. My only son despises me and is determined to ta

ADRIANA CHENA single pause allowed me a desperate breath before he claimed it back, his tongue dominating, tasting every inch like he owned it already. I could feel the dampness spreading across my panties as his hand caressed my thighs under the dress, fingers inching higher with deliberate pressure, teasing the heat between my legs until I arched against him, a soft whimper escaping into his mouth.He pulled back slightly, my almost hazy eyes looked up at him, his lips curved to a smirk,"You want this sunshine!" he asked.I never replied, my body wouldn't even allow me, no matter how much I wanted to speak, I just watched, my body following him as he poured a glass of whiskey, then towers me,"Open your mouth," he places the glass on my lips, I took a sip, then he mutters, "Is that enough of confidence now sunshine,"Before I could answer, his hands slowly pushed me down, right before his knees, slowly pulling out his belt. I could deny that I didn't know what he was about to do, b

ADRIANA CHENNo matter how much I needed the distraction, I couldn't find it.Guilt?No, that was far from what I was feeling. I should have been drowning in guilt. I should have been horrified by what I had done, by the line I had crossed, by the betrayal hanging over my head like a storm cloud ready to break.Yet every time I looked into the mirror, the woman staring back at me wasn't consumed by guilt. She was consumed by something far more dangerous. Julian had shattered every illusion I had about myself. Every carefully constructed wall, every promise, every boundary I thought was unbreakable. He had torn through them with ruthless precision, leaving me standing among the ruins of the person I used to be.And God help me, I couldn't stop thinking about it.Shit.Just remembering him was enough to send my heart into a frantic rhythm. I quickly splashed cold water against my face, gripping the edge of the sink as droplets slid down my cheeks. The icy sting did little to calm the ch