Spicy Sinclair Novels & Stories

Otherwise, I was wondering how she could count on us for not running away. When Benji was done showing me around, he left with the Macho who gave him a hickey when they were outside. Benji had such a fresh mark on his neck that no one could ignore. I didn’t know macho was gay too, good for them. Cindy and I had lunch by the female chef after getting fresh. It was one of the delicious green beans I ever had with carbs and a signature golden sauce.

When it hit, I pressed my face into my napkin, shoulders shaking with silent sobs of pleasure—and guilt. Marcus returned with the soy sauce, asking if I wanted some while I struggled to breathe from the intensity of my climax, legs shaking under my table as I managed to shake my head and hold back the tears of bliss. Leon licked his fingers clean, commenting about how this was the best flavor he'd tasted in a while. Fucking bastard. How did he always manage to make a mess out of me? By the time dinner ended, I was aching, conflicted, and utterly addicted. Later that night, Marcus pulled me into bed, spooning me tightly, whispering how much he’d missed touching me all day.

**Adrian** Sinclair Enterprises is one of the fastest-growing companies in New York. I am so happy to have inherited the company from my grandfather. I promise to follow the rules and regulations while making it move forward and upward. Having a good team is essential for the company to thrive. I take pride in having excellent team members. I was working on my laptop, discussing a project with a foreign client of mine, who is also a friend I met on I*******m. I set up the I*******m page to make more connections with clients and develop business plans.

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.

He continues, gesturing to my midsection. Sinclair continues to vent, getting louder and louder with every word. “I hate everything that led us to this place. I hate having to sit by and do nothing, because war takes time. I’m thinking I should have stayed and fought, even if there was no chance of winning. I’m thinking I’m a traitor for abandoning my people.” He pauses, looking so feral I honestly feel a little afraid. “And I’m thinking that if Damon were in front of me now I would rip off his manhood, then rip off his fingers and toes one at a time. And I’d keep going that way until he was just a headless torso, but I’d keep him alive for as long as possible to maximize his suffering.”

He smirks and stops in front of me. " You've grown." He snickers. " Sinclair , what do you want?" I ask him. He chuckles and looks down at me. " Who are you planning to kill this time? Who's the unfortunate soul Gray?" He asks and lights his cigar. " Mind your business , Sin." He laughs again and he's wasting my time. Sinclair was my father's friend or probably my father worked for Sinclair and he made me clear his dirty deals for Sinclair. He's never getting old.

"Please, fill me." Sinclair grinned wickedly at my words. "All in good time, sugar," he promised. "But first, I want to taste you." He dipped his head between my thighs, dragging his tongue along my crack. I cried out at the sensation, my hands fisting in his hair as he licked and sucked at my hole. "Fuck, you taste so good," Sinclair groaned, his tongue delving deeper. "I could eat this sweet ass all day." He continued to eat me out for what felt like hours, his tongue driving me wild with pleasure. I writhed beneath him, my moans and cries filling the room as he lapped and suckled at my most intimate place.

But Sinclair ignores this, holding the nation’s champion up with his fist alone. “If you ever,” Sinclair whispers, “ever again raise your voice at my favorite child – Princess Ariel Sinclair, goddess-born, a fucking angel on this earth – if you ever dare to yell at her like that? Ever again?” Luca’s whole body shakes as Sinclair brings his mouth very, very close to his ear. “Then I’ll fucking rip your heart out, Luca Grant. And I mean that very, very literally.” With a vicious shove, Sinclair casts Luca away from him, disgusted.

Adrian puts an arm over Sinclair and smiles at me, “Sinclair here used to be a hitman. Didn’t she tell you?” “A hitman?” Adrian squeezes Sinclair’s shoulder tighter. She cocks her gun and puts it against his dick. “Remove your hand from me now, Adrian.” He starts laughing and raises his hands in surrender. “You know your gun is empty now, Sinclair.” She raised an eyebrow, pulled the trigger, and shot a round at his feet, making him jump. “Not even close to being empty, Adrian.” He smiled and shook his head. “Damn, Sinclair! I knew I liked you. You’re vicious.”

Zayren sighed softly seeing how focused she had been on work. “You must be hungry. Let's go eat something.” Sarang nodded immediately, and together they left the office for lunch. “I'm craving something spicy,” Sarang said after looking through the menu, making Zayren look at her in amusement. “I hope you haven't forgotten that I can't handle spicy food,” he reminded her. “I do remember, Zay, but it's just... I really want something spicy today. You can order something else, but I want spicy noodles,” she said while pouting slightly.