His Devil's Desire (Club Devil's Cove Book 1)

by Linzi Basset

  “I’m not sure I understand your protest, my pet. You said you’re indulging your desires. All I’m doing is accommodating you.”

  “Accommodating, my ass,” she mumbled and then almost swooned when his large hand covered the entire length of her pussy while the other caressed the curve of her rounded buttocks. She was pliant, femininely muscular and curvy at the same time. A combination that made him wonder how her legs would feel wrapped around his waist.

  “Commando too. Nice. Hm, hot and already dripping wet. It seems you’ve surpassed accommodating and entered needfulness. Am I right, my pet?”

  Samantha stubbornly pressed her lips together. There was no need to feed his ego. She’d heard the stories of the mighty Master Razor from the subs in Club Alpha Cove over the years. She’d just never knew who he was.

  Now, the powerful Dom, who had all the women swooning in his mere presence, was rubbing her throbbing clit. And she was on the verge of rapture herself.

  Ooh, sweet heaven!

  Rhone’s finger slipped inside her slit, pushing into the hilt. He rolled his fingertip against the swollen walls with considerable skill. Swirls of heat rushed through her the moment her folds wrapped around his digit. His breathing turned haggard as he found her hot and wet pussy throbbing with desire.

  “Oohmmm,” a husky moan escaped from her lips, sending an unexpected jolt of electricity to his loins.

  In a blink of an eye, there was no room left in his shorts.

  “Is this what you want? What your indulgence is aiming at?”

  She looked at him over her shoulder. His eyes challenged her to defy him but she disarmed him with a beautifully seductive smile. A silent promise, that made him forget he distrusted this beauty, so openly splayed before him.

  “Do you want me to give you directions?” she asked with a smoky lilt. His cock lengthened to full arousal. Her hesitation was brief, but deliberate. “Master Razor?”

  Samantha had no intention of fighting Rhone. She wanted him too much. She couldn’t recall the last time she had been this desperate to feel a man slide inside her. Actually, she has never felt this driving need to be fucked by a man. She’d been dreaming of his huge cock separating her eager folds and had imagined that feeling of first possession, one time too many. Because she had no doubt—he would claim her. Make her his. Possess her like she’d never been before.

  Rhone closed his eyes. He slowed his breathing in an effort to process the feeling of ownership her words awakened inside him. He’d never experienced such emotions or been aroused so quickly. His cock continued to throb unabated, a testament of the anticipation of their copulation. He was slowly coming unhinged. He couldn’t remember the last time he had such a desire to fuck a woman senseless.

  “Don’t poke at the beast, my lovely. Because once awakened, you’ll end up paying the price.”

  “Master Razor?”

  “Yes, my pet?”

  “Do you always talk so much before you fuck a sub?”

  His chuckle should have warned her of his control over his emotions, but at the same time, she’d detected a raw potency that suffused his tone. Almost like a primordial instinct to copulate with her in a robust exhibit of unabated lust.

  Rhone pushed down his boxers and positioned the large blunt tip of his cock against her slit.

  “We’ve both been declared medically clean, my little sassy carpenter, otherwise we wouldn’t have been allowed inside Alpha Cove, and I don’t carry condoms in my boxers. Don’t fear. I never come inside a woman’s pussy. But your ass . . . well now, you do remember what I promised the first time we met, don’t you?” His voice lowered to a deep drawl. So much so, that her toes curled inside her boots at the promise it delivered.

  The inevitability of the situation left her mouth dry. Samantha swallowed hard. She was teetering on the edge of an abyss. Instinctively, she knew that once she toppled over the edge, there would be no turning back. It stayed with her for a moment. It was a disturbing prospect. And yet it intoxicated her at the same time. Her thighs and pelvis throbbed with jagged pulses of hot blood. She couldn’t deny her own needs. She didn’t want to. This is what she wanted. Him. She wanted Rhone Greer. With renewed courage, she flexed her jaw, spread her legs wider and raised her hips invitingly upward.

  “Oh, for god sake! Just fuck me, Rhone!” Samantha demanded when he rolled his hips in a teasing motion against hers.

  “Quite a demanding little pussy, isn’t it?” he drawled against her ear as he leaned his chest against her back. He pushed his cock into her an inch deep and stopped, studying her face as he flexed inside of her.

  “Oh, shit!” she cried, sucking air through her pursed lips. She writhed as ecstasy overcame her. “That feels so good,” she managed to gasp.

  Rhone wrapped his hand around her throat and lifted her torso from the floor. He caught her open mouth with his. He plunged his tongue in, sucking and chewing on her top lip.

  He gently lowered her back to the floor, leaving her whimpering for more. His hands closed around her hips. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, my pet,” he grated through his teeth before he pulled back.

  Samantha held her breath, eagerly waiting for that first hard plunge. Her scream echoed through the cavernous room when it came.

  Hard.

  Powerful.

  To the hilt.

  “Jesus!” She gasped. The fullness inside her floored her completely. He was huge. She’d never experienced anything like it. And then, time for thoughts was over. He began powering into her with strong, deep thrusts; setting a wild rhythm of such raw power that her knees lifted off the floor.

  “Ouuw! Fucking hell!” she screamed when he slapped her ass; first one cheek and then the other. Lust exploded as the imprints burned into her skin, to settle in her loins. “I can’t . . . fucchhk!” Samantha shrieked when his fingers found the pulsing tip of her clit. He pressed on it. Hard.

  The coil inside her snapped. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Blissful shudders trembled through her body. It felt like every nerve ending on her skin was charged with electricity. She shook and shimmied underneath him, moaning as she felt the rush of her own juices spilling in rivulets down her thighs.

  She’d never experienced such an overwhelming climax in her entire life.

  “Now, lovely, it’s my turn,” he warned gruffly before he smoothed a lubricated finger over her tight rosette. Samantha whimpered, too relaxed to tighten up. He pressed his cock against the tight opening and pushed inside gently, until he hilted inside her ass.

  “God, I can’t take more. Please . . .”

  “You’re gonna have to work on your stamina, my pet. This is the tip of the iceberg; of what a usual fuck session with me would be like.”

  Those were the last words he spoke. The only sounds that filled the acoustics of the room were his grunts and her cries as he plundered her ass. His thrusts were as strong and powerful as the first one had been.

  His strokes were rhythmic at first, but soon turned rough and wild as he lost the battle to control his own release.

  “Come on, my pet. Give me more,” he demanded against her ear.

  “No, I . . . ooohhhmm,” she moaned pleadingly when he pushed two fingers inside her pussy. She gasped at the feeling of double penetration when he began to pump his large fingers in tandem with his cock. His fingers found the tiny bundle of ganglia deep inside her.

  “Now, Samantha. Come for me.”

  Her body obeyed like it had been waiting for the guttural command and she shattered inside. Waves of pleasure washed over her. He rubbed her clit, ignoring her pleas as his thrusts became uncontrolled.

  “Again! Give me one more,” he growled in her ear.

  “I—oh fuck, oh fuck, ooohh fuucchhk!” she screamed as her loins clenched, like a fist tightened around it slowly and then released all of a sudden. She squirted uncontrollably. Her screams were echoed by his roar as he emptied himself deep inside her bowels.

  Samantha’s knees gave
in and she collapsed flat on her stomach on the floor. She had a feeling of floating above ground, boneless like a Jell-O. She didn’t even feel Rhone untying and massaging her hands and arms.

  His breath brushed her temple. The heat awakened the tiny hair on her nape.

  “That, my pet, was a token of how I intend to fuck you in future. Yes, my lovely. I’m gonna ram my cock inside this juicy pussy of yours, day in and day out, until you can’t talk, let alone walk. You will rue the day you picked up a sniper rifle and aimed it at someone I care for,” Rhone whispered in her ear.

  Samantha froze. Her body turned to ice. She looked at him. The eyes she’d been expecting to glow with warmth, instead glittered coldly in the sunlight now shining through the windows.

  “That’s what this was about?” she stammered in a husky voice. She was still battling to make sense of how he’d completely floored her. Body, mind and soul.

  Rhone shrugged and got up from the floor, pulling up his boxers. He stared down at her with a brooding expression.

  “To the world, you’ll be my sub. I’ll make sure no one doubts the authenticity of that for one moment.”

  He reached down and yanked her to her feet and up against his hard chest. His hand circled her throat. He squeezed when she struggled.

  Rhone laughed at the obscenities she flung at him and further tightened his fingers around her throat until her breath wheezed through her teeth. His eyes turned hard as steel.

  “Don’t play games with me, Samantha. Ever. You will lose. Every time. And don’t for one moment believe that the collar around your throat was placed there as a decoy. You belong to me now.”

  She struggled, and he conceded by releasing the hold around her throat but kept her against his body.

  “I never agreed to become your sub! There’s no contract. You—”

  “You would do well not to fight me on this, my lovely. I am your Dom and you, my dear sub, aren’t going to be out from under my eyes from this moment forward. And make no mistake, Samantha, there will be a contract. Come, I have to shower.”

  “Fuck you, Rhone Greer. You can’t . . . hmm,” she bit into the hand he’d clamped over her mouth. He snatched it back with a growl.

  “Very well,” he sneered. “Make your choice—me, or the FBI holding cell. They would be delighted to take the feared Ace into custody.”

  “You wouldn’t!” She stared at him, doing her best to keep the hurt from her gaze. He’d just completely overwhelmed her; sexually and emotionally and it had been done in a calculated move to make her capitulate to his will. While she . . .

  “You’re a fucking bastard!”

  “Stop wasting my time. Choose, Samantha. Now.”

  “You know that’s not much of a choice! Very well,” she snapped when his eyebrows lowered ominously. “You. I choose you.”

  “Very wise decision, my pet. Now, just so we both know exactly what it is you’re choosing, please enlighten me.”

  Samantha stubbornly pressed her lips together. He can take a flyin’ fuck for all I care. I won’t say another fucking word!

  But one look into his molten silver eyes, her mouth—the damn traitor—flapped open.

  “I accept you as my Dom. To care for and protect me.”

  “And?”

  Another searing glare. “And I will follow your instructions.”

  “And?” Heat sparkled beneath his black lashes.

  “And I will be by your side from this point forward.

  “And?”

  This time the antagonism was glaring. Rhone had a hard time keeping his smile at bay. It was going to be a pleasure taming this little hellion.

  “What else? I’ve said everything—oh, hell no! There is no way, NO WAY, I’ll admit that I belong to you. Be grateful with . . . you’re an asshole, do you know that?” she all but screamed at him when his hand tightened around her throat again. “Very well. I . . . belong . . . to . . . you.” She almost choked as she forced the words out.

  Rhone nodded and began walking. “Very good. Now, let’s go have that shower.”

  “But mark my words, Rhone Greer. If you believe you’re gonna walk away from me unscathed, think again. Because you, Master Razor, are gonna fall head over heels in love with me.”

  With those words, she sashayed past him, unconcerned that she was butt naked except for the heavy industrial boots encasing her feet. She looked hot as hell as she continued through the door. His eyes followed her swinging hips down the pathway until she disappeared into the house.

  “Yeah, like that’s ever going to happen.”

  Rhone cursed and walked toward the house at a slower pace. Samantha Frazer had just turned his entire world upside down. And she didn’t even have a clue.

  Forget about silly things like emotions, Rhone Greer. You know in your line of work, it’s pointless. No, I just need to keep Keon safe. Nothing more. Once I’m assured the threat has been taken care of, I’ll dust my hands off her little tight ass for good.

  Chapter Five

  “What’s bugging you, little brother?”

  Rhone slanted a disgruntled look at Ruark. “You might be four years older than me but I’m anything but your little brother.”

  Ruark waved him off. “You’ll always be my little brother, Rhone, even though you’ve turned into a muscle palace. Out with it. What brought you to my door this early on a Monday?”

  His eyebrows rose when Rhone jumped up and started pacing in front of the wall length sliding doors, facing the ocean. Ruark had purchased David’s Island a long time ago and made it his home after he was saved from being held prisoner by a powerful syndicate under the guise of being a casualty of war.

  Rhone’s mannerism was very unlike him. Ruark glanced toward the open plan kitchen where he could see Courtney—his wife and Samantha, who they had met through Ziva a couple of years ago, fixing brunch.

  “I heard some rumors about you collaring Ziva’s friend. Would that be the one I noticed around her neck?”

  Rhone stopped pacing and looked toward the kitchen. He ran his hand through his hair, giving it an even more tousled look. He used to wear his hair in a short army buzz cut, but since he’d exposed the syndicate and came out of a six-year-undercover op, he’d allowed it to grow.

  “She’s not as innocent as she appears, Ruark.”

  “None of us are, Rhone, but from the tone of your voice it seems you don’t trust her.”

  “I don’t. Not as far as I can throw her. Fuck, Ruark, I nearly made the biggest mistake of my life. I was this close to exposing Keon to danger. Again!”

  “What are you talking about?”

  Rhone briefly filled in Ruark about Samantha’s background. He listened quietly. Afterward he stared intently at his brother.

  “Do you believe her? That she tried to save Amelia and Keon?”

  Rhone rolled his shoulders. He glanced toward Samantha again. Her tinkling laugh echoed through the house.

  “For the first time in my life I doubt what the facts are telling me.”

  “Since when do you depend on facts? Damnit Rhone. Didn’t I teach you anything? Or Quade, in all the years of training? You go with your gut. It’s the only thing that never lies. It’s something others can’t manipulate. And yours have never let you down. Don’t allow preconceived notions or blind rage for what Keon suffered, guide you down the wrong path. You should know better.”

  Ruark noticed Rhone’s eyes narrow. He followed his gaze which was glued on the sway of Samantha’s hips as she walked toward the front door to answer the doorbell.

  He chuckled. “Or is your randy cock confusing your senses?”

  Rhone’s glower was meant to incinerate his brother, who, in his usual fashion, shrugged it off.

  “Don’t be ridiculous, Ruark. You know I like variety, I’m not interested in monogamy.”

  “Yeah, I also had the same philosophy, until Courtney walked into the club. You might fool others, bro, but I’ve been there, and I know exactly what’s going t
hrough your mind. It’s time you settled down as well. Don’t throw away your chance at happiness. None of us have an impeccable past.”

  “My life . . . you know it . . . I can’t bring a woman into my life, Ruark. I can’t afford to give in to emotions such as love and happily-ever-after. You know that better than anyone. Besides, you know my views on love.”

  “Then maybe it’s time you change your life,” Bracus said, walking into the living room. They shook hands and sat down. “Your business is successful even without the covert ops you do for the Government, Rhone. Why do you continue taking them on?”

  “Because, there are few of us who genuinely care for the people of this country.” Rhone leaned his head back. “If I’m honest, I’ve noticed the guys are becoming more and more reserved when we discuss the ops. You might have something there, Bracus. Maybe it’s time to hand over the reins to someone else. We’ve all suffered, in one way or the other, in our quest to run dangerous covert ops for so long.”

  “What are you working on now, Rhone? I can’t help but wonder about the coincidence. Why force one of the most feared snipers back into action all of a sudden? And, to top it off, the same one who was tasked to get rid of Amelia and Keon. For all we know, you were the actual target.”

  “Our case is something the CIA would benefit from. They sure as hell wouldn’t try to stop us. They’d rather work along with us.”

  Rhone’s eyes lifted to stare at Samantha. Their eyes met over the distance. She walked closer, almost like there was an invisible pull between them.

  “I sense a question,” she said by way of explanation when she neared.

  Ruark laughed. Rhone glared at him, not impressed with the assumption he was obviously making. That there was a connection, something telepathic, between him and Samantha

  “Can it, Ruark. And, just for the record, you’re wrong.”

  “Care to place a bet on that, brother?”

  Rhone ignored him and turned back to Samantha. “That day at the Hilton. Who was your actual target? Or did you have more than one?”

  Samantha glanced toward Ruark. Something flashed in her eyes. He rose very slowly. “Who? Come on, Samantha. Who was the target?”