Dominic Sinclair Novels & Stories

I grit out standing up to him. Sinclair's jaws tighten as he is visibly caught aback. Then, the anger appears in his eyes as he captures my neck again in his grasp. I don't know if he is aware he does that, but Sinclair holds so much strength that he could snap my neck if he wanted to, yet, I feel so... turned on. "I am Mr. Sin to you, Redhead. If you were any wise, you would remember what landed you here in the first place and that your friends have my money," Sin bites out, sneering at me.

I smiled shyly. "Do you still like me after knowing this?" He asked, worried. "Yes, I still like you. Being in a BDSM relationship is not a crime that I'll hate you." "You still want to be with me?" He asked in disbelief. "Yes." I smiled and nodded at him. "I'm not gentle on the bed, Anushka. I don't make love, I fuck hard, very hard. I like to dominate and test the limits of girls on the bed. I like to punish them, order them." I gulped the lump down my throat, but his words excited me sexually.

Her fingers trembled slightly around the folder she was holding, while the air in the room seemed to thicken, pressing against her lungs until breathing became hot and heavy. Dominic Sinclair—the young professor everyone knew for his cold demeanor and unapproachable aura—sat casually behind his desk, as if he’d just made an ordinary offer. His face was calm, almost expressionless, but those gray eyes of his held the unmistakable gleam of control. “Excuse me?” Renata’s voice came out hoarse. “What do you mean… by secret girl?” “I know your scholarship was revoked,” Dominic said, leaning back in his chair, his lips curving into a faint, unnerving smile. “That’s

Dominic’s POV “Mr Sinclair, it’s all over the news,” Greg said, swiping though his tablet. “Your brother was caught having sex orgies with underaged boys and girls. It's a real mess." Furious and shocked, I snatched the tablet from his hands and scrolled through the endless articles and headlines. Each one seemed worse than the last. “This is the third scandal in as many months,” I muttered under my breath, my anger boiling over. “First he was involved in a ponzi scheme defrauding over 1200 people and now this! How could he be so reckless?”

So he’s an Italian, huh? Giordano nodded, “Like what you’ve said... Still the same. Europe is in my control.” Adam stood up. He went to where the alcohol is while I am just wandering around, fascinated with unique books and literature. My eyes went on the specific. It was called The Doctor by Nikki Sloane. I arched my eyebrows, thinking the owner of this book is probably reading Nikki Sloane’s story. “When are you going back to Italy?”

Jax instinctively reached for the gun hidden under the table. Dominic Sinclair stepped out of the car alone, his hands visible, his expression weary but determined. He looked older, more tired than Rory remembered. “I’m not here to fight or take you back,” he said quietly. “I just wanted to see my daughter… if she’ll let me.” After a long, emotional conversation on the porch that lasted over an hour, Dominic did something Rory never thought possible — he apologized. “I was wrong,” he admitted, his voice heavy with regret. “I tried to control your life instead of letting you live it. I thought power and alliances would keep you safe, but I only kept you caged.

His massive hands clamped down on my bare thighs, his thumbs digging into my skin as he practically hauled me upward, crushing my chest flush against his rigid, scarred torso. ​He tasted like expensive, smoky bourbon and something entirely dark and untamed. He didn't kiss me like a man who was afraid of breaking me. He kissed me like a starving man who had just found water in the desert. His tongue swept into my mouth, taking total, terrifying control, dominating me so thoroughly that the room literally spun behind my closed eyelids.

Sebastian’s POV Her silence was worse than any answer. I wanted her to speak. To say my name, to damn me or save me, I didn’t care which. Just something. But she stood trembling, lips parted, eyes darting between me and Blake like she was drowning. Damian’s smile carved deeper. I could feel his victory humming through the air, smug and poisonous. He didn’t need to win the key he was winning by letting us destroy each other. I couldn’t stand it. So I moved. One step, then another, until I was caging her against the desk again. My hand braced by her hip, my body close enough to steal her breath. She gasped not in fear, never in fear but because her body remembered.

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

He stared at them the whole time as they spoke and sometimes, joined in their laughter. “Gentlemen,” My dad said turning to me, “I believe you've met my lovely daughters, Audrey and Claire,” Then he turned to Richard, who was sitting next to me, and tightened his jaw, “And you're the man my daughter is engaged to?” “Yes sir,” Richard replied, with a shallow, almost unnoticeable bow. “What's your name, boy?” he asked. “Richard,” he replied, “Richard Howard,” “I'm Dominic Sinclair, CEO of Sinclair Global and these are some of my business partners.” My dad stated, his voice thick and intimidating, “I know you must have heard about me. Cold-hearted. Evil. Menacing