Sinclair
-I told you, didn't I?-
She had made the most stupid mistake of her life despite her warnings.
She trusted.
She loved.
She fell.
And he was not there to catch her. She should have known better. The problem was she gave precedence to the chemicals emitting from her brain whenever he was around.
Fuck attraction! Look where it landed her. She was once again back to that old box questioning her worth. After years of self-therapy, fear had crept over her once more. She was as unbalanced as she was when the people she cared for the most left her at a tender age. She was definitely worthless.
-Stop! You are not!-
The last text she received from him was three days ago. He said there was a family emergency. Yeah, right. She was sure he used that same exact excuse before.
NicholasGod! He was dead tired. The responsibilities resting on his shoulders were overwhelming.His father was a distinguished member of London's Aristocracy. His internment and the place where he was laid to rest had to befit his station in life.With friends at the club and with his solicitors' help, everything went smoothly as planned.The only important thing missing was his Sinclair. Five fucking days. He didn't receive one text from her. Not even a missed call. Nothing.His imagination was running wild. He told her there was a family emergency. No response. What could she be up to?Was she eating well? Did she get sick? He tried his best to sneak out but it was fucking impossible.Nobility from all over England kept arriving. Some stayed until the funeral. His duty was to stand beside his mother and support her in her
Sinclair-What am I doing here?- Her hands securely tangled in his, they walked hand in hand from his garage to the front of his house. He has yet to let her go.Sinclair looked around her. The neighborhood he was living in was far cry from where she came from. This was the opulent side of London where the rich and famous converged. More of an exclusive part of the city.And Nicholas's modern townhouse was no exception. One could not even call it properly a bachelor's pad because it was not. It was a freaking three-story high-end modern structure.It was still early in the evening but this type of neighborhood didn't have people milling about outside their flats. And it was too quiet."Nick," she squeezed his hand. He stopped and turned to her."Yes, sweet?" He arched his brow."Are you sure about this?" She bit her lip nervously.
NicholasHow much longer could he wait?Earlier before they surrendered to sleep, he fingered her hot and tight pussy to satisfaction. He had caressed and kissed her until she had fallen asleep. Though he didn't cum with her, he was contented. Only just.Their first night ensconced comfortably on the downy softness of his bed, she laid almost on top of him, their legs tangled under the sheets, her slender arm on his naked chest and he was extremely aware she was naked bar his shirt. Fuck! Too aware. His cock was pulsing for some time.The light of dawn graced their outside world. He was usually up at this hour, would render a few rounds at a nearby park riding his thoroughbred Black Arabian. And an hour or two at his private gym.This morning, he was enjoying the feel of Sinclair in his arms. But he was not enjoying his erection. He mentally winced."Hmmm..
Motherfucker! What was she doing with the professor? She was his slave. He had promised his leader they would have her. And he would be the one to break her in. No matter what, he would do anything to get his target. He had never failed to deliver the goods before. Luck was always on his side. It's time to learn more about her. He watched the professor got out of his sports car and opened the passenger side, assisting his student from it. They exchanged a few words and the girl kissed the professor's cheek affectionately. Fucking slut! -I'd make sure to flog you until you beg me to stop.- His hands clenched at his sides, he stared at the couple's interaction. He had to be careful though, he knew the man Sinclair Yuan was with and he had to make sure he was not caught. Viscount Redington was not a man to be crossed. If his student was a one-night stand then s
Nicholas "You won't...hurt me," Sinclair uttered. His chest tightened at her words. Never! He would sooner cut off his right hand than hurt even a single strand of her hair. "You are right. You will always be safe from me, sweet. Always." His eyes darkened, watching her approached him timidly, he prayed for patience. Her cheeks tinged with a natural pinkish glow and she was breathing deeply. "But you need to know, to feel. You are mine. Come here." He patted his lap in an illicit invitation. Approaching him slowly, he saw her eyes darted to the locked doors. "Don't even think about it, Sinclair. Running from me is futile. I will catch you and you wouldn't like the consequences." He didn't mean to sound like an asshole but he needed to assert his dominance for her to understand. She belonged to him and no other man was allowed to touch her until his dying breath. Or be
Nicholas Leaving Sinclair's delectable body was hard. They had indulged in his private office the rest of the afternoon until it was time to go. He had a very important meeting with his club before dinner. It had pained him almost physically to be away from her but he couldn't put off the duke's summons. They would not be dining together as well. Nicholas promised himself he would ask her on a date for the following evening. His housekeeper was more than happy to chaperon his sweet. He had given Mrs. Dee strict instruction to help Sinclair shop online for all the things she might need. Though he already had plans to hire her a personal shopper, which they would be needing before they would retire to his estate for the summer. Those suggestions brought another mild argument between the two of them, nevertheless, in the end, he won despite her protests. Knowing he had been winning concessions left and right, agains
Sinclair She had never felt so drained in her life. Her fault actually. -Greed is one of the deadly sins.- And she had been very greedy. Not to mention lust and gluttony. Three out of seven. Not bad. She giggled. -Who cares?- Nicholas was a generous lover and she couldn't get enough of him. After cumming in her mouth, he came on her belly after he humped her creamy wet clit, making her cum again and again from his play. He knew everyerogenous zone in her body more than she did. Sinclair shuddered from the memory. Looking around her, she sighed in relief when she noticed the diner only had a few regulars left, happily munching apple pies and sipping decaf. No one paid her any mind. Glancing at the generic clock on the wall, her brows furrowed. Where could he be? It was past midnight. Nicholas said he would be at his club
NicholasConfused, he watched Sinclair briskly walked towards the diner's cramp kitchen. What happened? One minute she was gazing at him in adoration the next she was running away from him scared.Gazing down at his steaming cup of black coffee, he tried to think. He knew she would be upset at him for coming to get her late. The business with Lucifer took longer than he anticipated. After the meeting, he had to go back to the manor to get some things he needed from the vault. Then they made another plan for attending a dinner invitation at Devon. He made a promise to his peers they would stick together and help them avoid the matchmaking mamas and their eager pasty-faced charges. Nothing had changed since the 16th century. Catching eligible bachelors were still the highlight of such an evening. Nicholas shuddered. Again, he was thankful he would have his sweetheart, his soon-to-be viscountess by his side.