Spicy Sinclair Novels & Stories

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.

She sucked obediently, her tongue swirling as Diesel continued pounding her pussy from below. Jax swapped with Diesel, his scar-twisted face contorted in lust. “Gonna make you squirt on my dick.” He fingered her clit roughly while fucking her, his thumb pressing hard. Sable’s body tensed, then exploded, squirting in arcs over his abs. He laughed, not stopping, driving her through wave after wave until she was shaking uncontrollably, her legs jelly.

The steel door creaked as Hardik kicked it open, revealing crates stacked high—stuffed with illegal rifles, explosives, and ammunition. “Sinclair’s gone mad,” Hardik muttered. “This isn’t smuggling. This is enough to arm a militia.” Avyaan’s gaze hardened. “He thinks he can build an empire inside mine? No one builds empires in my city. Not while I’m breathing.” --- Minutes later, Sinclair arrived. His black car screeched to a stop near the dock. He stepped out with his trademark arrogance, umbrella in one hand and his smug grin plastered on his face.

Paetyn’s POV I’ve grown to despise this city. Where I used to find joy in the small things, like the hustle of people rushing by, the scent of street cart hotdogs, and the anonymity of being among thousands of people who don’t know my name or story, now I can’t stand it. The people have become too much to handle, setting my nerves on edge, and the stench of hotdogs and mustard makes my stomach twist painfully. And I’m no longer entirely invisible after the scandal with Liam. It doesn’t help that I’ve been desperate to stay under the radar so my ex-boyfriend doesn’t find me.

He encourages, and the words falling from his lips increase my boldness as I shuffle closer, using my tongue around his shaft, while my hands grab his balls. Sinclair cusses when I pull back, spit on his crown, and drag it across before taking him in my mouth and humming to his taste. "Fuck. That's so fucking hot, Little Greene. " Sinclair whispers, his grip on my hair getting tighter, and I can feel he's close to climax as his legs vibrate seldom.

Sinclair said as I hissed. "And what would you gain from that ? I asked. "Payback for ruining my reputation. Now that the bastard is death I have a chance in winning this election." Sinclair said admitting he could never win without playing dirty. "I didn't do anything, you were the dick that held me at gunpoint, all you got was backlash." I yelled but at this point I was just wasting my breath. "If not for your blood money you'd be in jail right now." I said.

Inset speakers hum Sinatra low, like the suite has its own heartbeat. I whirl, dizzy on opulence. Teddy just strolls in, hands in pockets, faint smile on his lips—like he’s seen bigger, brighter. Of course he has. “You’re not gawking,” I tease. He shrugs, stepping close to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. “Takes more than gold faucets to impress me these days.” “Yeah?” I tip my chin. “What does impress you, Mr. Sinclair?” He leans in, eyes warm cedar, voice a whisper meant for walls thick and secret. “The girl who booked a penthouse just to make sure her ‘summer fling’ turned birthday legend.”

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.”