Bo Sinclair X Reader Novels & Stories

She straightened, turned toward the shower stall to polish the chrome fixtures—and froze. Ethan Sinclair stood naked under the last faint trickle of water, one hand still on the control panel, the other loosely at his side. Water sluiced down the hard planes of his chest, over the ridged abs that looked carved from marble, and lower, following the sharp V of his hips straight to the heavy, thick length of his cock hanging between powerful thighs. Even soft, it was obscene—long, veined, the flushed head already glistening from the shower. As she stared, it twitched once, thickening visibly under her gaze. Her breath caught. The playlist thumped on, but the rest of the world went silent.

She looks from me to Mason, waiting for her groundbreaking question. Beneath the thick duvet, I feel rough fingers drop on my thigh, and slide down, secretly parting my legs. “Mason.” I mumble, melting from his touch. “Shhh,” he puts his free hand to his lips and I’m forced to stay shut. My obedience earns a smile. “Huh?” Savy groans, sounding too drunk to be sane. Without warning, his fingers slip up my wet thighs, and find the edge of my bikini!

He began rattling off my routine as he swiped his access card through the glowing scanners while I listened. I sat back in my chair, finally alone after Leo left, but the peace didn't last. The door opened and Lena walked in—the blonde I’d had in my bed just recently. I had fucked her so hard, my body moving with a violence I couldn't control, but I never reached the end. I couldn't cum. Not with Elira’s eyes on me. "This is the file you requested, Mr. Blackthorne," she said, her voice dropping as she leaned over the desk.

On the other end of the line, I heard him groan, a long, harsh, guttural sound of release. I lay there, trembling, my chest heaving, listening to the heavy, ragged breathing of the man who owned my soul, the silence of the room heavy with the scent of our shared sin.

“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.” I didn’t open them. Not until I was home. Showered. Alone. Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits. Then I did what I always do. I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm” By: Jax Hart I blinked. Then clicked. The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.

Eve “Eve, I am very sorry, I have no excuses for my actions. I got carried away by greed and forgot what was truly important, and that was you. You are what's important. And because I'm a fool I failed to realize that until recently. I fell in love with you, Eve, and I mean it, I love you. I wanted to make everything right, but I was also scared of your reaction. I didn't go about it correctly, and I'm sorry about that, too. If I had, then we wouldn't be in this mess. We can still talk this out, Eve, we can still fix this. I know you didn't kill my mother, Xander must have manipulated you. Untie me let's talk… please.” Sinclair pleaded with tearful eyes as he looked back at me. I watched him

The one that tells me she is completely grossed out. We walk toward the elevators. Sophia swipes her card to access the penthouse. "Stop." She holds up her hand, halting the others. "You all can get the next one. Marcus, you have a key?" Her bodyguard nods. "Good." Ryan steps toward the open door, but Sophia stops him as well. "Sorry, bro. We need to talk about you." Ryan gives his sister a look. "Sorry." She reiterates as she presses the button to make the doors close. I watch Ryan throw his hands up in the air in frustration as the doors shut.

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He came for a kill, and by the way he regards Sin with empty, soulless eyes, I understand who he wishes to bury under. No. A quiet sob escapes me and yank my hand from Sin's hold, pushing him back with enough strength to have him stagger. "You need to leave. Now! He's going to kill you!" Sin monitors the space between Alaric's men and us, crossing the distance between me and him again. "Dane and the rest will be here soon. I can hold my own against--" A rifle goes off. Sinclair jerks, a violent tremor ripping through him as the bullet finds its mark in his shoulder. I feel pain. I think I might be screaming, because another rifle goes off and he jerks again, roaring.