Spicy Sinclair Novels & Stories

Trigger Warnings: Public indecency, group sex (MFM), voyeurism, rough sexual play, choking, spanking, and explicit language. Lena The engine of the Midnight Express hummed a low, vibrating frequency that seemed to settle directly in my crotch. The cabin was dimly lit, the air smelling of old vinyl, cold rain, and the thick, suffocating scent of male aggression. I sat in the back row, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. To my left was Cassian, and to my right was his brother, Silas. Both of them were broad-shouldered, sharp-jawed, and possessed a territorial hunger that I had felt since the moment I boarded three stops ago.

Philip shrugged. “Exactly why we need John. But he wouldn't understand" "I will just block y'all out of my phone and life. Simple” They laughed. The three men drank slowly and began talking about random things…. work issues, club matters, annoying customers at the gym, small talks about Vick's partnership with Zenithe Groups.

[Darcy] Sinclair matter-of-factly announced the significant news. There was no emotion. His expression was also cold, as if he felt no sense of loss. SW Group was not a small business. I was sure that the profits earned in a single week were greater than his financial company's revenues. However, he handed over the business to someone who was an expert in the field. Giovanni Costa had a similar business in a neighboring state. Unlike Sinclair, that man had a darker venture. Rumor had it that he sold weapons and illegal drugs.

"I'm craving a double bacon burger and cheddar cheese fries." "Amen, sister," he says, raising his hands in the air, "so that's two burgers, two servings of fries and two milkshakes, mine triple chocolate, and your cookies and cream?" "Oh no, Ale, that would be too much." "Oh please, Chris! If we're going to sin, we do it right, or we don't do it." "All right, but you're going to the gym with me. This slip-up is going to cost me hours in there."

I can’t afford to let Mum find out I’m a pornstar. I have to find a way to keep Jameson’s mouth shut for good… no matter how slutty I have to get. The way Jameson was staring at me told me he knew exactly what I was thinking, and something told me he was going to make me work very hard to keep him quiet. Game on, Stepbrother.

Cindy: "I understand, Amanda. I'll talk to her properly. They've been through so much hardship; they should live happily together from now on." "Mm! That's good! Take good care of yourself. I'm hanging up." "Amanda, you take good care of yourself too." Cindy was a little reluctant to hang up. "Mm!" Amanda hung up and arrived at her destination. She suspected that the Sinclair Corporation's collaboration with the Cassidy family wasn't simple. Recently, a game released by the Sinclair Corporation was wildly popular during its public beta, and it reeked of Red Fox's methods.

Sinclair walked over to the counter, his eyes lingering on me, but he got no response, then he turned his head towards Keith for answers instead. “That's the reason he's always here. So get used to it.” Keith said. Sinclair nodded, turning to me again. “Hey, want some smoke?” “No thanks, that stuff does something nasty to my body system." Keith chimed in, "Yeah, makes him do really stupid things he'd regret after a hangover.” Sinclair nodded again. I leaned towards the wooden counter, placing my elbows on it. "So tell me, you once said you lost your child right?” I asked Sinclair. He nodded, paying close attention. “And I suppose you have a Luna, yeah?"

“Forget it. Only old movies, wildlife documentaries and Sinclair news.” “Sinclair?” she repeated distractedly. “They’re further right than Fox News. Too conservative for my Californian liberal guts.” “Oh,” she muttered, watching the light retreat from the flooded fields around town. “Wanna play cards?” asked Jay, coming to stand by her side and look out like her. “I’m good at poker.” Silvia forced a smile to shake her head. “Wanna scream your lungs out and tear the furniture to pieces?” She raised her eyebrows, like considering the idea.

Which meant that you just had to be lucky, to stay long in the game without getting arrested, or catching a bullet from a rival. He was more than aware that the line of business he was in, was not for people who were afraid to take risks. ‘No pain no gain.’ Which was a popular slang on the street, further reinforced that the game was not for the weak hearted. Ironically, their Columbian connect was a man who was extra careful. Perhaps even paranoid. Big Trey was sure that he would cancel their meeting if he was aware of what was on ground. But there was no way of reaching him, as he never made phone calls on matters regarding the business, for fear of being recorded.

“An idiot with a problem. If he doesn’t pay today, then he’s a dead idiot and won’t be my problem anymore.” Jerry Harrison is everything wrong with the world—drugs (not purchased by us, because he wouldn’t be able to afford a fraction of them), booze, and a good dose of gambling. Last night, he decided my casino was the place to test his luck and my patience and not the first time either apparently. Ran up a tab he couldn’t pay. Thought he could walk out of here smiling. CCTV never lies, and my patience disagrees. Smug bastard right now—but not for long. Definitely not for long.