RESISTING DEVIN SINCLAIR

He's vulgar. He's cruel. He's childish. A proud, entitled, sexist fuck-boy who has no iota of regard for girls and only sees them as nothing less than a mere conquest object for his sick, twisted sexual fantasies. He's all shades of red. I know that. Very well. More than anyone else. And yet... He's all I can think about. He's taken up every single space in my head for free, and I'm beyond obsessed at this point. Every day I think about him. I can't help it. I crave his attention like I need it to survive, I burn his touch, I ache for his... mmm! I shouldn't want him. I know I shouldn't. Especially since he's the son of the very man who broke my family apart. But as I said, I can't help it. He's just like poison... like sin... so deadly... and yet feels so right... so... sweet! His name is Devin Sinclair. And if I'm to be honest... I'm not so sure how much longer I can resist him for. .... Following the devastating scandal that broke her family apart, Tamara Hamilton moved to Palmridge to escape all the unending assault she received, hoping for a fresh start. But that was nothing more than just a fairytale. There she meets Devin Sinclair, the popular, egotistical fuck-boy, who happens to be the son of the very man who broke her family, who soon became her deadly obsession after one unprecedented incident, throwing her life off course. Now she's fighting her newfound obsession... resisting him as much as she can. But deep down, she knows. His mere presence set her whole body on fire. His touch makes her feel things she wasn't allowed to feel. And every minute of the day, she thinks about him. She knows. She knows she can't keep resisting forever. She knows that her walls will come crashing down... sooner or later. But she hoped never. Only time will tell. ... NB: This book explores themes of enemies-to-lovers, forbidden student-professor age gap and bisexual romance. It is rated 18+ as there will be explicit, graphic content between chapters. Please, read at your own discretion. Due to the nature of this book, there will be frequent POV changes of these characters between chapters. Happy reading : )

Chapters

Chapter 1

Tamara

Badump! Badump! Badump!

Lord, no, no, no, no, no! It's happening again. That tingling, sensational feeling I usually get whenever he's near. Especially now that he's a few inches away from me, half naked, looking innocently, preposterously and ruggedly... hot!

Jesus!

"Bunny," He called again, more softly and tenderly this time, slowly coming down to my level, eyes still locked on mine. "Do I scare you?"

Oh, my God, what is this? I think my heart's about to explode. The look in his eyes was so... vulnerable and so... fragile. I don't think I've ever seen Devin Sinclair like this before.

"Please, answer me."

"No!" I managed to reply, my voice unrecognizably husky. "No, you don't scare me."

"You sure?" He enquired, voice softer than ever, and the way he looked at me made me feel things... fluttery things in my stomach. I hate this. I shouldn't be feeling this way.

I let out a long, shaky breath. "Yes."

"So if I try to touch you, you won't recoil again like you just did?" He queried. Why are you doing this to me, Devin?

"Yes." I tried to sound as flat as possible, but failed miserably. "Now can we please... get back to the... interview..."

The words died in my throat, my breath hitching, my pulse rising as Devin's hand slid up my lap. His mere touch instantly made my nipples tighten hard against my bra, sending electric sparks skittering down my spine.

And the weird thing was... I liked it. I freaking liked it.

"Devin..."

"I can't pretend anymore." He whispered softly, giving my lap a gentle caress. I was quick to cover my mouth with my hand, to suppress the soft moan that was about to escape my lips, "I... I uh..." He looked like he was struggling with his words. He glanced down at the floor, sighed softly, "Fuck it!" He cursed under his breath and glanced up at me again.

I couldn't move. I just... froze there... rooted to the couch, heat rising in my neck.

"I like you, Bunny." He dropped the bombshell. My jaw dropped instantly, eyes widening, heart slamming so hard against my ribs that I found it hard to breathe. "I really, really like you. I think... I think I always have, but... I have been so scared to admit it." He paused for a second, then went on, "So... when... when you... act like that... recoil in horror when I come close... it... it breaks my heart. I'm terribly sorry for pushing you and choking your arm that day, I didn't mean to." He shifted a little nervously, "Look... I guess what I'm trying to say is... I don't want you to fear me, Bunny. I... I want you to... like me like I like you."

This was probably the time for me to respond, but I was too stunned to speak.

Extremely stunned.

Devin Sinclair, notoriously known for being a sexist fuckboy, the "I don't do feelings" guy, is here... looking so vulnerable and being genuinely expressive for the first time since I've known him... confessing that... that he... that he likes... me? Me?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

"Can you please say something?" He asked gently.

"I-I-I... I... I... I... don't know what to say..." I choked out the words.

He maintained eye contact with me for a long while, the air between us thickening with each passing second.

Then suddenly, his hand found its way to my chin and gently pulled me closer. I stayed still, breath ragged, heart pounding, not resisting, waiting for him to do it.

Instead, he stopped a few inches away, his ragged breath fanning my face, eyes still fixated on mine as though asking for permission.

I should have pushed him away. I should have yelled at him to stay away, kicked him in the groin or... anything. But instead, I just sat there with bated breath... and did absolutely nothing.

I don't know why. Maybe I... maybe I wanted him to?

"Do you... want to?" He asked, voice gently than ever.

I didn't move back. I didn't speak.

I couldn't.

My mind was screaming no... every reason I despised him flashing like a warning sign.

But my body? Yeah, it betrayed me first. And shamelessly answered for me.

A small, reluctant nod.

That was all it took.

A smile of happy relief crept up his lips. He leaned forward, and our lips finally met in a soft, tentative kiss.

It felt like a dream.

The feel of Devin Sinclair's firm but sweet lips against mine sent electric jolts skittering not only down my spine... but to my whole body. He tasted of lipstick... probably Trixie's... but weirdly enough, I found it intoxicating. And at this point, I've lost all my sense of reasoning.

At this moment, I realized just how much I ached for him. How much I've been aching for him all this while, but have been in great denial... especially after seeing the outline of his fat cock through the soft fabric of his wet pants that day at his house.

My lips opened for him, hungry. Our tongues met and twisted together, wet and desperate. Our mouths slammed hard, no holding back.

His hand gripped the back of my neck, fingers sliding deep into my hair, tugging just enough to make me shiver. Our breaths mixed fast and hot, panting into each other.

The kiss turned filthy, deeper. A needy moan slipped out of me when his hand finally slipped between my thighs. My eyes rolled shut, lost in the heat, as his soft lips found my earlobe and sucked.

"Ahhh!" I cried out, loud and shameless... his fingers had just pressed right against my soaked panties, feeling how drenched I already was for him.

That snapped me back to reality.

I shoved him hard, sending him sprawling out on the floor. He sat there, breathing breathlessly, all types of confusion written all over his face. My eyes flicked down to his shorts, then widened in horror.

God! He was hard. Really hard! He had nothing underneath, which made it easy for me to see it... all of it.

Fat. Thick. Throbbing! Begging to be released from the cage called gym shorts.

Jesus!

"I'm not... I'm not... I'm not... one of your... conquest objects!" I managed to choke out the words, though breathlessly. "You think you can just... say that you like me... and and and... and I'll open my legs for you?"

Finding my legs, I scurried to my feet and started to pick my scattered stuff on the couch.

"Wait, no, Bunny, that's not..." He tried to get to his feet, but I shoved him back down.

"Don't call me that!" I screamed, then bolted for the door.

I didn't look back. I kept on running.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God! I kissed Devin Sinclair! And... and nearly had sex with him! Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

...

I know what you're thinking.

"Everything was going so well between them... the mood, the atmosphere, the genuine confession, the kiss, until she fucking ruined it. And she's such a bitch for shoving that sweet, poor boy to the floor like that... twice."

Yeah, well, you don't know anything.

You don't know anything because Devin Sinclair is no sweet, poor boy. In fact he's the exact opposite of that. He's the type of boy you wouldn't want your daughter, female friend or relative to associate with.

And what you just witnessed is the unprecedented incident that led to my deadly obsession with him, which threw my life off course.

And it all started because of that stupid interview assignment. Professor Harlan, I'll forever hate you.

Now why don't I take you back to a few months ago, before I moved here, to Palmridge? Hmm?

Continue to next part

"You're tight," his deep voice murmured in my ear as I felt his wet tongue on my neck. My legs quivered, the walls of my pussy clenching together. "Brace yourself, don't expect me to go easy. I will fuck you hard even if you're a virgin," he nibbled my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "I bring you pain as well as pleasure," he warned before ramming into me. Rated 18+. Warning: This book contains explicit and mature content with no filters. All Shades of Passion is a collection of short stories cutting through all spheres of life, depicting our individual struggles to find ourselves. Who we are and what we want. Each story has a unique plot, individual struggle, and a meaningful closure. From a young virgin who is desperate for sex, to a girl who hopes for a Cinderella story but falls for the baddest boy in town. There's sizzling boy romance, lesbian forbidden love, and a female coach who is in love with her student. It is packed full of BDSM, forbidden love, harems, orgies, boy love (MM), girl fantasy (GG), and age gap romance. No judgment or prejudice. It's raw, it's real and it's dark. Five stories illustrating how attraction can ignite a flame of passion in all humans both great and small. Passion is pleasure, even though it may come in different colors.

Fantasy LGBT+Romance

8.9

BLOODBOUND:BENEATH THE MOON

8.9

Noah Vale always believed his life was ordinary, or at least as ordinary as the adopted son of a billionaire tech family could be. At thirty, he becomes the youngest CEO the company has ever had. The media calls him brilliant. His parents call him unstoppable. From the outside, everything looks perfect. But one night, he had dreams of things that shouldn't exist. A battlefield soaked in blood. The sound of wolves howling in the dark. A woman with silver eyes whispering his name like a warning. Noah doesn't know the truth. He was never meant to grow up in the human world. He is the child of both vampires and werewolves once tried to destroy, the secret son of a vampire princess and a werewolf beta, hidden after his birth to stop a war that nearly wiped both clans out. Now the war is stirring again. And Marcus Blackwood has been sent to find him. Raised by the Vampire Elders and trained to obey without question, Marcus has only one purpose: get close to Noah, gain his trust, uncover what he is... and end his life before the prophecy can come true. His older sister Elara didn't know he existed not until Marcus who she is in love with fell in love with Noah, Marcus he does not expect Noah to be kind. He does not expect to hesitate. And he definitely does not expect to fall in love. Because from the moment they meet, something old and dangerous begins to surface memories, instincts, and a bond neither of them understands. When enemies fall for each other, secrets refuse to stay buried, and a future written in blood may no longer be unavoidable.

LGBT+Romance Vampire Werewolf

7.2

Chamber: An Esports Romance

7.2

Clifton, the god of esports, was secretly battling a career-ending wrist injury to protect his team. A year ago, he kissed his duo partner, Justice, only to be met with violent disgust. Justice shoved him away and dry-heaved in the rain, looking at him like a monster. Humiliated by the straight man's raw revulsion, Clifton cut him out of his life. But now, Justice suddenly appeared at Clifton's club as a rookie tryout. Instead of an ambitious climber, Justice played the perfect, pathetic victim. He cowered, trembled, and acted terrified whenever Clifton was near. He even signed a bloodsucking contract with a toxic teammate, sparking rumors he was brought in to replace Clifton as captain. During a scrimmage, Clifton hesitated to shoot because he remembered Justice had just severely burned his hand. Justice showed no mercy. He ruthlessly gunned Clifton down, humiliating the captain in front of the entire coaching staff. Clifton was consumed by blinding rage and betrayal. If Justice was so disgusted by him, why did he fake his devotion for six months just to use him? Why was he acting like helpless prey now, after trampling all over Clifton's pride? Determined to rip off the liar's disguise, Clifton dragged Justice into a live stream in front of sixty thousand viewers. "He's asking if you are in love with me." Clifton smiled cruelly, waiting for the public execution. But just as the trap snapped shut, a choked, terrified gasp came through the headset.

Action LGBT+Modern Romance

7.9

Falling For The Billionaire I Was Hired To Protect

7.9

Jace Maddox is a billionaire tech CEO known for his cold heart and strict routines. Behind closed doors, he's a man haunted by betrayal, grief, and secrets too heavy to share. River Hale is an ex-military bodyguard with nothing left to lose. Disgraced and angry, he's hired to protect the one man he can't stand, Jace Maddox. When a dangerous scandal threatens to destroy Jace's empire, the only way to survive is a fake relationship. A staged romance to control the media. But fake feelings start to feel real. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, both men must face their pasts, and the truth about what they've come to mean to each other.

Billionaire LGBT+Modern Romance

9.3

His silent voice.

9.3

"W-wait! Someone's comi- ah!" Dylan's gasps were muffled with a kiss that made his legs go weak. "Want me to stop?" The whisper made him shudder. "...no, b-but there's-" "Then be a good boy and focus on me. Spread your legs." Dylan as an innocent college student knew what he wanted in a guy and coincidentally, the Waltson's, their new neighbor, had a son Theo who was a perfect fit. But sadly straight and also not single. Aiming to drink out his sorrows at the school party and move on was an act he did not see ending with him sleeping with someone, but having no idea who it was the next morning. Soon, his hunt for the truth gets narrowed down to the Waltson's, and he gets faced with the late realization that Theo wasn't the only son of the Waltson's. With his elder brother, Lucas, and a mute twin, Kyle, his options of his drunk one night widens from one to three. Lucas and Theo had been present at the party, and Dylan saw his only chance of knowing the truth was getting closer to them. But to do that, he needed the help of Kyle who was anything but nice to him. His constant glares, his mischievous smiles, and his hand signs that get interpreted into nothing but lies. Almost like he was trying his best to keep him away from his brothers. And just when he thought that, he takes up the initiative to search up a sign Kyle had shown to him. ^^You and him are never going to work out. I'll make sure of that.^^ In the game of finding out what Kyle meant by that, he stumbles across something even bigger. The Waltson's secret

LGBT+Modern Mystery Young Adult

8.2

His Unwanted Fiancé Is A Genius Heiress

8.2

Karmen lived suffocating under a tight chest binder and a grotesque silicone scar, forced to disguise herself as her degenerate twin brother, Kem. Her only job was to maintain a fake corporate engagement with the ruthless billionaire Earl Calderon. But her abusive father suddenly escalated his demands. He ordered her to steal Earl's revolutionary AI patents, threatening to cut off her mother's life-saving medical trust and abandon the real Kem in a locked Swiss psych ward if she failed. The task was a death sentence. Earl absolutely despised "Kem." He treated her like a repulsive parasite, constantly threatening to break her neck. When he accidentally caught her without her wig, he mistook her for a deranged cross-dresser, forcing her to glue the dirty fake scar back onto her raw, inflamed face in sheer disgust. At home, her father hurled glass ashtrays at her, violently yanking her collar. "Do whatever you have to do in that bedroom, Kem. I don't care how disgusting it is. Just get the signature." Trapped between a fiancé who loathed her very existence and a father ready to sacrifice their family for greed, Karmen endured the agonizing physical pain of her disguise. She was exhausted, terrified, and running out of time as her brother's life hung by a thread. But they all underestimated her. When the Calderon matriarch forced Earl to link his ultra-secure private phone with "Kem" to fake their romance, she unwittingly handed over the master key. Karmen wasn't just a helpless victim; she was the elite hacker Nyx, and she was going to tear their empire apart from the inside.

Billionaire Modern Romance

RESISTING DEVIN SINCLAIR

Chapter 1

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