Spicy Sinclair Novels & Stories

Jealousy surfaces for a moment, but she brushes it off, fully aware that players like Clyde are not for keeps. Cool fluid melts on her asshole. He spreads her wide open and keeps dropping saliva on her skin, then pulls out, and slowly massages his spit in. “Fuck…” He groans, slipping extra inches in, his hands hold her belly to steady her to himself. “You’re so tight.” He pulls out again, then drives in. Sheryl pins her toes in her suddenly too-tight heels, clamoring for a release. Her breath hitches with each thrust that propels her to the wall. “I want more.” She lets out an open confession.

I nodded, and my eyes plastered on him again. People say pregnant women develop an unusual fondness or dislike over food, places, and person. In my case, I developed a dislike for spices and milk but abnormally liked beef and other foods I hated before. Some pregnant women even develop pica cravings, an unusual craving to eat things that aren't food, such as ice or clay. Science explains ‘pica craving’ as a sign of nutritional deficiencies like iron and zinc because pregnant women have increased nutritional needs. But what about sudden extreme liking of a person? A ring on Kim’s phone saved me from my folly. He glanced at the screen, and before taking the call, he stood up and gazed at me.

No one cursed out loud anymore. Inside the clubhouse, the music was dead. Someone had killed the jukebox without asking. Spider was laid across the pool table, his cut still torn, his chest still marked by the black spray-painted word. Ace poured whiskey into three glasses, then shoved one into Jax’s hand, one into Cole’s, and tossed back his own in silence.

I ground out. I could see the mischievous look in his eye. I knew he was going to throw it at one of the guys. “I would never throw food at a restaurant of this caliber,” Aiden says sweetly. Yeah sure he wouldn’t the lying little shit. I raise my eyebrow at him and he gives me one of his panty-dropping smiles. As if that shit works on me. Maybe when I first started working for Brady four and a half years ago, but I got over it fast. I swear these men act like little boys most of the time. Sometimes I feel like I am babysitting.

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?

No one dared try it my Clan, they would dig the grave with their teeth and bury themselves alive before they dared speak after me. I followed her delicious Lily and raspberry berry scent to this place after she had disappeared on us which wasn't palatable. I didn't want to scare her but I followed her every step till she reached this dirty residence and I couldn't be so glad that I was going to be seeing Silvio myself but my self control left my soul when he slapped her, the blood rage I've never encountered filled me hotly and If I was in my realm, I would have snapped instantly into destruction but the Human environment was making me weak, and my thirst heightened like never before. Horror

He felt his finger twitch, as if they were asking him to run them along Spade's ass. He cleared his throat and looked away quickly, what was suddenly going on with him? He'd never had such obscene thoughts before, not once in all his life Thoughts about things like that sometimes repulsed him, in the past whenever he thought about things like that, he would almost wanna throw up, his skin would crawl in disgust and a very painful and sour memory would surface, but now all he could think about was how thrilling it would feel to explore something like that, not just that but to explore it with Spade.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

Damian took a slow sip of his whiskey, his dark eyes watching her like a predator whose prey had no escape route. “You know you’re in over your head, Sinclair.” There was an edge to his voice, but also a teeny bit of amusement. “You should’ve walked away the moment you saw Holloway in that casino.” Ava exhaled sharply. “Too late for that now, isn’t it?” A smirk— which disappeared almost as soon as it appeared played at the corner of his lips. “That depends actually. Are you willing to do what it takes to survive?” She felt her stomach tighten. She knew what this was. “A deal with the devil.”