Spicy Sinclair Novels & Stories

The business of the moment begins as Mr Mitchell is relentless in his heavy seduction taking Amelia straight into the wings of uncontrollable desire. She can't just understand why it is just so hard for her to resist whenever this man begins his heartless relentless sweet touches. She can't just understand why it is just so f****** hard why? Why the hell is it just so delicious that all she can do is moan and wail as Mr Mitchell slowly fondles with her sensitive properties slowly unbuttoning her shirt slipping it away from her body.

he said. “I do.” “No,” he corrected quietly. “You don’t.” Lydia’s expression didn’t change. “Then explain it to me.” Adrian stood up slowly. He wasn't being aggressive, but deliberate. He moved around the desk, stopping just a few feet from her—close enough to feel familiar, but far enough to stay controlled. “Sinclair isn’t just reacting,” he said. “He’s positioning.” Lydia nodded slightly. “I know.” “He’s using media.”

I state out, squaring my shoulders at him. Sinclair shakes his head, stands and takes off his black slacks. His printed abs in hus chest makes my mouth drags to the ground and as I blink severally, I spot the smirk on his face. "Where are you going to?" I ask confusion evident on my face. "I'm going for a swim. I want to have cool water on me," he states. And like a daydream, I watch Sinclair rush to the tide and jump into the beach, swimming away.

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.

"Granduncle, my apologies for keeping you waiting." As Marcia looked at the solemn-faced elder, she suddenly recognized him as Colby Sinclair, one of Sin Corporation's founders, along with Elijah's grandfather, Daniel Sinclair. The two brothers had built Sin Corporation from the ground up. After Daniel's death in a car accident years ago, Colby had handed over the company to Louis and retreated from the public eye with his family. Marcia had only seen a rare photo of Colby in an unpublished internal company magazine, and she wouldn't have recognized him otherwise.

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.

Apparently, the brunette who was giving him a blow job a while ago was done, letting him step out from behind the curtain and return to the couch. A girl working in the club as a waitress notices the man harassing the drunk little girl and immediately scares him away, probably threatening him with getting blacklisted. No one wants to be blacklisted from Serene heights. It’s not just a perfect place for socialization, many people come here to seek out contracts. With lots of public figures and young masters hanging out in the private longues, an ambitious corporate worker just needs to camp out at a strategic location and wait for his target to show up. Most times, people tend to award contra

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.”