Spicy Sinclair Novels & Stories

“You’ve been a great help, Juan. Call me if you hear more and there’ll be a bonus for you when I get back.” “Muy bien, señor...” He looked at the card. “Sinclair,” he said, then frowned. “You know, I’d be careful telling people your name during your archaeological expedición. There is a very bad man in the jungle called Sinclair. The drug wars between the policía and the drug lords make it a very unsafe place to be. Five policía were executed yesterday.” The clerk tucked the card into his pocket as he shook his head. “The world is a very bad place.”

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

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.

With my husband three feet away, talking about profit margins or whatever. I gripped the edge of my chair, my knuckles white. As Arden increased the friction, my walls began to pulse. I felt the silent, crushing weight of the orgasm break over me. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming, my head rolling back slightly as I spent myself on his hand, my body shaking with the effort of staying silent. Arden didn't miss a beat. He finished his sentence about the fiscal year, withdrew his hand, and casually used his napkin to wipe his fingers under the table before taking a bite of his steak.

**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.

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.

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.”

"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.

Transaction IDs. Adrian had lived inside this data for weeks. He had spent his nights pulling at loose threads, following money trails that had been buried through seven layers of offshore accounts and shell corporations. Every single trail led back to the same source. “Mr. Sinclair.” A ripple moved through the room. At the far end of the table, Arnold Sinclair didn’t react immediately. He sat with his hands folded, a mask of aristocratic boredom firmly in place. Men like Sinclair didn't panic. They waited for their opponent to overreach. They relied on the fact that people usually underestimated their appetite for destruction.

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.