#sinclair

Have you gone crazy?" "Have you gone crazy, Master. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#cherise-sinclair #erotic-romance #romance #erotic-romance

Some man would come to her room. Maybe she would hesitate, and he'd grab her, pin her to the mattress, force her to cooperate. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#cherise-sinclair #master-of-the-mountain #sex-fantasy #bdsm

She took a second look at him, at his fancy tailored suit. Dark gray with pinstripes. Oh please, like she’d really believe he was a dom at all? “Gabrielle Anderson. Are you sure you’re Master Marcus?” “Why would you think I’m not Master Marcus?” he asked. Well, good grief. She waved a hand at him and kept the duh from slipping out. Just in case he really was Master Marcus. Maybe he hadn’t changed yet or something. “The suit? Where are your leathers or latex or…biker jacket or vest? And black? Did you forget to wear black?” He stared for a second, as if she’d turned into a drooling idiot, and then simply roared. Deep, full laughter—amazing coming from someone who looked like he should have a stick up his ass. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #make-me-sir #change

It's a girl thing, trying to change ourselves as if we can change our lives too. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#change #cherise-sinclair #change

I took Sin on faith, but if faith were money, fools would be billionaires. ↗

— Nina Malkin

#nina-malkin #sinclair #swoon #faith

MacKensie, much as men don't like to share this fact, we rarely die from not getting off. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #the-dom-s-dungeon #men

the easiest way to keep a woman over your shoulder is with a hand on her ass, and the other between her legs. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#cherise-sinclair #master-of-the-mountain #bdsm

He liked to touch, she realized. In bed, he kept his arms around her or a hand on her like now. The way he played with her breasts, or just touched her, or ran his hands over her body, made her feel so...so beautiful, Desirable. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#desirable #sex #touching #beauty

She couldn’t take her eyes from the dancing flame. No, this was so wrong. Candles should be used for meditation…for romance. Or on a birthday cake at least. So where was the cake? The present? The song? As he stepped closer to her—as the damned flame got way too close—she started singing. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me…” Marcus paused, looking at her in disbelief. See. I knew he didn’t have a sense of humor. “Happy birthday, dear Gabi”—she lifted her head and blew out the candle—“happy birthday to me. ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #make-me-sir #humor

You dickweed! Are you always stupid, or is today a special occasion? ↗

— Cherise Sinclair

#erotica #make-me-sir #erotica