Poppy Sinclair Novels & Stories

Melissa mumbled. “How would I know? Not as if I'm the one who brought her here," Sin replied. “I wasn't talking to you, d!ck head," Melissa snapped, rolling her eyes. Melissa, you can call her a badass b!tch, a crazy psycho, your choice. She's very good at archery and has some pretty interesting skills. She and Sin are always on each other's neck. Sinclair, but he prefers to be called Sin. Free-spirited, a playboy who chases anything under a skirt. However, don't take advantage of his kindness; he's second in command after Aurelio, closest to Aurelio himself, let's say a cheerful devil.

I land on my knees with a loud thud, and he grabs my hair, pulling my head back to look up at him. “You wouldn't even let me hold your hand in the past, you're trash. I never really liked you, I only wanted to have a taste of a virgin. A cold, totally innocent one like you would have been the best. But you actually let someone else have you before me. Of what use are you to me?” I can't even say anything at this gas-lighting pro max. He was the one who tricked me there, and he's making it as if I sneaked away without him. I can't even speak anymore, I feel out of breath, as if I will collapse any moment.

Nathan forced out, swallowing hard. “No,” Noah corrected, his voice low and sure. “I’m paying you. You’re getting paid for a service. Remember?” The reminder made Nathan whimper, a soft, broken sound. “You’re selling it to me. It’s for sale. And… you know, you could get down on your knees right now, make me cum, and I could…” He pressed his thumb gently against Nathan’s throat. “Double this. You could feed yourself, take care of that sister of yours, for three months. Easy.” “Easy for you to say,” Nathan breathed, but something was shifting inside him. A desperate, survivalist cunning began to stir, cutting through the fear.

Still, something was missing. Ninth: Liam and Chloe. Irish-American, pale, tattooed. Liam’s cock was long; Chloe’s body was slim with small high breasts. Their demonstration was intense but slightly disconnected. Elara felt her earlier arousal cooling. Fatigue was setting in. She sipped water and leaned back.

She patted my hand, and we continued our chores. Jagger’s POV I felt dizzy, and I wanted to scream the moment I entered my room. I couldn't believe that Poppy was here! Poppy, the woman who had been haunting my thoughts ever since I met her in the town where I spent a week on vacation. I never expected that she was the daughter of our housekeeper, Calla. I never even thought that I would meet her family there because she was from that place. And that was where I met Poppy—my goddess, my woman—the one I left behind and never returned to!

“So, I've been hearing news that even after marriage, you refused to accept Anastatia Vicenzo as your Donna? I believe we've spoken about this before the pact.” Small brained Callias, the newest capo of my branch in North America decided that he'd already written down his will and cleared his throat, “Don, we've already spoken about this before, yes. But if I could remember clearly, we didn't agree with this and we never will.” The others nods in agreement before Ellias, Callias brother, decides to speak up too. Oh, small brained syndrome definitely runs in the blood. It's a family thing I guess.

Just grown more dangerous. Damian Alexander. The boy who ruined high school for me. The son of my mother’s boss. My best friend’s boyfriend. What the fuck have I done? “Who the hell are you?” he barked, his voice sharp and demanding. “How the fuck did you get here?”

When I enter the house, I hear shuffling in the kitchen, indicating Liam is home and awake. Without kicking my shoes off, I march down the hallway. Liam is standing in front of the kitchen island, his eyes locked on me when I enter. His hair is styled neatly away from his face, and he’s dressed in a white linen button-down and dark brown slacks. His features twist in confusion when he sees me. “Pae, where the hell have you—” “Did you hire the Gambino gang to kidnap me?” The words tumble from my mouth, filling the space separating us.

I can’t afford to let Mum find out I’m a pornstar. I have to find a way to keep Jameson’s mouth shut for good… no matter how slutty I have to get. The way Jameson was staring at me told me he knew exactly what I was thinking, and something told me he was going to make me work very hard to keep him quiet. Game on, Stepbrother.

he said to Damien. Damien held his gaze. "Yes," Damien said. "Then you are coming." Damien held the gaze. He did not argue further. At eleven PM Lennon's phone buzzed. He looked at the screen. Scarlett. A voice note, not a text, he played it. Her voice was low. "I need to tell you something. I have been checking the network connections on the Marchetti operation. The financial trail." A pause. "There is a civilian investor who has been funding the eastern port holdings from outside the network. A woman." Another pause. "Her name is Clara Voss."