Spicy Sinclair Novels & Stories

Alaric asked as he stepped on the balcony, then hung up the phone. His eyes met Sinclair first before they shifted to me. Sinclair couldn't find a single word to say. The temperature plummeted several degrees down and his voice turned chilly. "What games are you playing this time, Sunshine?" He asked with a curt smile gracing his lips, but his eyes were ice cold. I swallowed a lump "What do you think hubby?" I deliberately said the word hobby to sound sweet. "I want to commit suicide," I replied. His expression turned darker. "You should not joke about that. The rail isn't somewhere to play around. "

The dick was hard and aching, engorging faster than it should have been. My head began to swim. "Let me take care of that for you, a buff daddy for the night?" Something in his words and his eyes caused everything to finally dawn unto me. The bastard had spiked my drink. He must have slipped some kind of aphrodisiac into the glass when he came to the counter before without a doubt. "I know you'll fuck me so good," he moaned as his hands came to cup my prick. Fury consumed me. "Fuck off!" I bellowed, slapping his hands away and standing abruptly.