Spicy Sinclair Novels & Stories

DAMN IT FOR FUCK'S SAKE! As the sun begins to set, casting long shadows on the pavement, I find myself standing outside the Mitchell household. I hesitate for a moment. My sweaty nervous hand are hovering over the polished doorknob with my heart pounding with equal parts fear and anticipation. A voice inside me urges me to step back, to resist and flee from the temptation that lay beyond this door. But another voice, controlled by desire and curiosity, whispers seductively, beckoning me to take that fateful step..... With a mixture of eagerness and longing, I turn the knob, my heart pounding hard and relentlessly in my ears like a tribal drum. Well, what's the jumpiness for? I am only here

The plan was ruined. Four people barbecuing—double the romance. As always, Sydney and Julian took their usual seats. Tiffany sat across from Sydney, which left Raymond beside her, opposite Julian. Raymond pulled out a brand-new grill from Julian's kitchen. "I bought a few different sauces. Which two do you want?" Sydney remembered that Raymond couldn't handle spice. She was about to speak when Tiffany smiled and said, "Spicy chipotle and fiery ghost pepper." The words caught in Sydney's throat.

Elara The door of the Velvet Sin closes behind me with a dull click, muffled by the heavy bass beat vibrating the floor beneath my stiletto heels. Two minutes. Two damn minutes late, and already, I feel their gaze on me, his gaze above all. The air is thick, heavy with the smell of sweat, leather, and that sickeningly sweet cheap perfume the submissives spray on themselves before getting on all fours. The dim lights, blood red and electric purple, draw shifting shadows over the packed bodies, some already naked, others still clad in latex or lace, waiting their turn. I don't have time to adjust my dress—a piece of black silk slit to the hip, barely held by a studded leather belt—when his han

My legs were together but for no reason I found myself running them together stylishly so no one would figure out how horny I am. I can’t believe I'm actually doing this right now. Being horny in the middle of my interview. “So, Ms Norah, your CV shows you have no experience in this.. “Everyone.” His voice commanded. There was a huge silence after he spoke. His eyes were heavily fixated on me. I could sense it, the others could sense it. It felt like destiny brought us together to do just one thing and one thing alone. FUCK. “Please excuse me and the interviewee. I’ll handle her myself. He said with a readable smirk.

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

Cian starts, once we are all seated in the warm water, watching each other through the steam. "Is it about what is going on between you three? Because I sense something is off,” Sinful notes, knowing he is just taunting us. Lev stiffens beside me, smart enough to stay silent on this matter, especially with Cian only a few feet away. I just stare at the surface of the water, unsure of how to respond to Sinful without hostility. Cian shakes his head. "It's about Stace." Sinful pauses, lavender eyes narrowing slightly, that pretentious smile vanishing. It seems the mention of Stace’s name is enough to sober even the most powerful in these lands.

Sienna’s POV As I finally calm down, I sit there tearing up my jerk chicken, my jerk egg rolls, anything with heat, anything with spice, because that’s literally all I crave. This baby is about to come out with a full coat of hair the way these spices are tagging my esophagus. The heartburn is unreal, and Knox keeps telling me to stop eating spicy foods, but listen… it’s a habit at this point. And the wild part? Before I got pregnant, I couldn’t stand spicy foods. Now, from the flavor, to the burn, and the essence, yum yum yum. I’m a whole hypocrite.

I asked, looking innocent like I didn't know what he was talking about. "Oh, I'm talking about the tequilas I will bring to you. Yes, they will be hot and very strong. Hope you can handle it?" He sounded shy and in a normal circumstance he would've been a red flag to me. But this wasn't. normal circumstance, right now I don't care. I kept on flirting with him. " I know they will be hot," I said, and made sure he noticed my eyes going down to his cock. I felt it enlarge at my gaze."And I know I can handle it"

She decided to go to the kitchen and fetch some. She was heading towards the kitchen when she saw Sin going in the direction of Trixie's Suite. He wore only his underpants. "Sinclair!" Kimberly pulled him. He batted his lids at her. "Sin. It's Sin." he groaned. "Do you enjoy walking half-naked?" She scowled. "My biggest hobby right there!" he smiled sillily, pointing at his bulging penis. "Sinclair!" Trixie came over. His smile grew bigger. "Hey, baby sissy!"

“The bus stalled, and...“ ‎“I don’t care. Get changed. Now. The boss is here. Private suite. High rollers. If you mess this up tonight, you’re gone.” ‎My stomach twisted. ‎Not because I was scared of losing the job. That fear had long passed. No. It was because he was here. ‎Damien Voss. ‎The ghost investor. The man behind the curtain. He bought the club, tripled its revenue, and disappeared into whispers. Ruthless. Untouchable. The kind of man you didn’t look in the eye unless you wanted to drown in it.‎