Ella And Dominic Sinclair Novels & Stories

Eli whispered, grinding on him. “Like sin. Like something I should pray away.” “Will you?” “No,” Dominic admitted, voice dark. “I won’t.” They didn’t strip fully this time. There wasn’t time. But that only made it hotter. Dominic turned Eli around, pressing him against the beam. His hands were everywhere, lifting Eli’s shirt, sliding down his waistband, stroking him just enough to make his knees buckle. “You came all the way out here,” Dominic said, “just to be ruined again?”

He had soft black curly hair and gentle green eyes, and his smile was always as warm and bright as the sun. Eliana had only met Dominic twice, yet both times were unpleasant. The first time they met Dominic stole her contract, and she mistook him for her enemy. The second time, Eliana even yelled at him. Later, when everyone assumed Max had fallen off the cliff, Dominic drove Eliana and Charlotte to find him. It was not until that Eliana thought of Dominic as a wonderful friend who was generous and cheerful. Most importantly, he was an excellent player. Eliana later watched a lot of videos from his game and discovered that he was indeed fantastic as people said. Eliana admired him because he

I hated that after three years of marriage, I still could not tell what he was thinking. “How?” I finally asked. He sighed. “Six years ago, I was engaged to Sophie.” My heart sank. “I know.” Everyone in the business world knew about Damian Sinclair’s broken engagement. The woman had disappeared only weeks before their wedding. People called her a gold digger. Some claimed she had run away with another man. Others believed she had died. No one ever knew the truth. “I did not know she was pregnant when she left.” His voice was calm, but I noticed the tension in his shoulders. “She came back a few weeks ago.”

“Then you know what you must do.” Dominic, the one standing beside me, inhaled sharply as though the memory had struck him like a physical blow. “Dominic,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “What is this?” He didn’t answer, his gaze locked on the scene. The mocking man leaned in, his tone conspiratorial. “You see, Elise, Dominic made a deal. A deal to keep you safe. But all deals come with a price.” “What price?” I demanded, turning to Dominic.

"You know, that night because of my anger, I treated you like my other submissive which I never wanted to do. I was angry with myself for treating you like them. That's why I was trying to change myself because I never want to treat my Princess like other girls. After all, she's special. She deserves my love and only love. I'm just afraid of my dominating nature and anger. I like to discipline and command people. This is my nature and I'm happy that you've accepted me the way I'm. I'm so lucky to have you, Princess. I gathered courage and today I told you everything because of you only. You made me believe that my past doesn't matter to you and you'll always love me, that's why today I told

I didn't understand why I was still feeling this way, the drugs should have worn off by now. Here I was in a very precarious sinful position, with only our clothes serving as barriers. And all my mind kept pushing away unsuccessfully, the thoughts of how manly he is. Everything about him permeates masculinity, dominance, and virility. No! Stop thinking of his manliness!! Stop it!!! This is a sin!!!

she said through clenched teeth. "Thank you, Mrs. Brown," Dominic said, Mrs. Brown couldn't leave the room quickly enough. I chose a seat that I knew was far enough from Rosetta but wouldn't be too obvious that I was avoiding her. "Something to drink?" Dominic asked, already helping himself to the drinks from the bar. "I would like something," Eric said from the door before I had a chance to say anything. Dominic turned to Eric with a sly smile on his face. "Brother. I'm glad you were able to make it," he said, walking towards him to embrace him in a hug, which Eric gingerly returned before whispering something to Dominic, who in turn patted his shoulder and squeezed it.

There's no way she'd argue after I just saved her father's company from bankruptcy. After Grandpa passed I've made my area of the Sinclair conglomerate bigger than it ever was. So have my brothers, Ares and Maverick. Our last name is known in every part of the world, and everyone knows it would be a privilege to work or be associated with a Sinclair. Natalia is fully aware that our marriage is purely business and she's happy as long as the money in her account is bottomless. Ares and Maverick are convinced she's a gold digger who's only with me for my money and the privileges our last name provides. They've asked why I've not gotten a divorce, because we all know that I don't need her father

I asked. Vickie furrowed her eyebrows, puzzled. “You mean, Mr Sinclair?” “Yes,” I replied. I mean, you've worked here for years, and you know him better than I do. You think he's really capable of kidnapping or murder?” Vickie forced a smile at me as she replied. “It's true that he's a hard man. Everyone in New York knows who Dominic Sinclair is, but I know one thing. He's not evil.” My chest tightened as she said this while glaring into my eyes. “I hope so,” I replied with a brief smile before letting her go. Then suddenly, a voice echoed from behind me.

“What do you really think, Hank?” Ella squeaks in protest, her head spinning to stare at her mate. “You can’t possibly disbelieve a word that boy said, Dominic!” Sinclair laughs, turning to his wife. “I didn’t say what I thought, Ella,” he says, grinning at her. “I’m just asking Hank for his professional opinion.” “It’s not a professional opinion,” Hank murmurs, still studying the door, “I’m a doctor not a…I don’t know. Whatever kind of person is in charge of interrogating people who were raised in violent cults.”