by Linzi Basset
His Devil’s Wish
Club Devil’s Cove
Book 3
Linzi Basset
Copyright © 2018 Linzi Basset All Rights Reserved
His Devil’s Wish
Club Devil’s Cove - Book 3
Copyright © 2018 Linzi Basset
Editor: Anumeha Gokhale
Proofread: Marie Vyer, Janine Janse van Rensburg, & Melanie Marnell
Published & cover Design by: Linzi Basset
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, business establishments, or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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Contents
Author’s Note
Preface
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Excerpt: His Devil’s Mercy
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Author’s Note
Dear Reader,
Club Devil’s Cove is a spin-off from Club Alpha Cove, featuring the powerful brothers of Ruark Greer, Bracus LeLuc, Rhone Greer and Keon LeLuc.
Please note that books 1 & 2 must be read in sequence. Although, the rest are stand-alone novels featuring the protagonists involved in the series, they are best enjoyed in sequence.
His Devil’s Desire, Book 1, is about Rhone Greer and his sassy sub, Samantha Frazer—or Ace—her codename as a sniper.
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re indulging me, Samantha?”
Her eyes widened innocently. “Me, indulge you? You should be so lucky. Oh no, this is all self-indulgence.”
Rhone has ducked trouble many times. As an undercover agent, you see a lot of shit. But this time trouble came wrapped up in an alluringly seductive package.
Samantha Frazer.
She’s good with her hands . . . er, at carving wood. She’s even better with her mouth . . . huh . . . snippy little thing. Also, her aim is dead centre. She’s gunning for his heart, in more ways than one.
From the moment Samantha lays eyes on . . . um . . . all of him, she is hooked. Rhone Greer is mouth-watering. He’s also one of the owners of Club Devil’s Cove and the most compelling Dom she’d ever met. He’s hot, controlling and hungry . . . for her. Lust and manipulation make strange bed partners as Rhone and Samantha combust between the sheets.
The game is on. Who will bite? Who’ll get devoured?
Unbeknownst, a sinister plot is underfoot and everyone is a target. As ghosts from the past resurface, there is only one question to be asked.
Who will live . . . who will die?
His Devil’s Heat, Book 2, features Keon LeLuc and the woman who had become the mother to his child for the past six years, Lauren Frazer.
Keon is stuck between a rock and . . . a soft place.
He has his daughter back, but Lauren Francis is part of the package. Keon is torn between his love for his daughter and his insatiable desire for her adopted ‘Mommy’. Lauren has a guileless sensuality that is hard to resist. Not only is she encroaching on his space, she’s invading something deep within him. The urge to corrupt her is too strong.
Lauren is weary. She feels like a new born fawn, finding her legs for the first time. She finally has a chance to move ahead in life, away from all the ugliness of the past. She’s been a thirsty traveler for so long and Keon represented a balmy oasis. He is hot, talks dirty and is a complete beast in bed. Lauren is helpless as he plays with her body and heart strings, alike.
The world falls away as fates collide and destiny gets rewritten. Keon and Lauren sizzle as the games heat up in Club Devil’s Cove. Keon exults in Lauren’s passion and submission, while Lauren revels in Keon’s gluttonous need for her body . . . and her soul.
But the demons from the past refuse to lie low. The dangerous game is just heating up. No price is too high. No life is too precious.
Life is a masquerade. Keon, Lauren, Rhone and Samantha must dance to the tune of the devil. The band must play till the masks come off.
But when it’s time to draw the first blood . . . all bets are off.
EDITOR’S NOTE: “Keep a warm blanket and a bar of dark chocolate handy while reading this freakin’ book. You’ll need to hide your hands and keep your mouth occupied. Happy reading!”
His Devil’s Desire, book 3, is the story about Ethan Brodie, who knew loss and despair and Paige Scott, who had been under his nose without him realizing.
“I . . . you . . . Dr. Brodie, you can’t . . . we can’t . . . you’re my boss.”
“Ah yes, that I am. Thanks for reminding me, Paige.”
Paige Scott saw it coming. She had been living a double life and had hoodwinked the delicious Dr. Brodie a time or two . . . or three in the past. It wasn’t her fault. He was irresistible to her. As her boss, he captured her heart. As her Dom, he owned her body. But this game of cat and mouse is about to get wilder and Paige has nowhere to hide.
Ethan is a suave beast on the scent of his prey. Prude Paige whets his appetite, while the sensuous siren at the club satiates his hunger. There is one problem though. He can’t get enough. Paige brings out the devil in him. Even as he pushes her limits and demolishes her boundaries, he loses himself more and more in her splendor. Her beauty subsumes him.
As Ethan and Paige explore the thin line between love and lust, a nefarious plot is underfoot. The Sixth Order is colluding in cross-border crimes and hundreds of innocent lives are at risk. Ethan and Paige find themselves confronting a common enemy and a chance to finally put the past behind them.
Will Ethan, Rhone and their team be successful in uncovering the festering roots of corruption? Or will it be too little, too late?
Editor’s note: Gird you loins and strap on your seat belts. This is going to be a fast, thrilling and sizzling ride. Remember to breathe, occasionally.
Wishing you all well and trust you will enjoy this story.
Best Regards
Linzi Basset
Preface
Club Devil’s Cove
The series you've all been waiting for. Rhone & Keon's stories.
If you liked Club Alpha Cove - this is the series for you!
Club Devil’s Cove is situated on the secluded, private Estate of Rhone Greer at the edge of Harmony Hall Park on the banks of Broad Creek, a tributary of the Potomac River in Washington DC. His best friend Keon LeLuc is co-owner and together they built a BDSM club to offer a safe and secure environment for members to practice their kink.
In this series we meet Rhone and Keon’s friends, Jack Blackmore, Max Cutter, Lance Talbot, and Ethan Brodie, who under the guise of their company Precision Secure, run undercover ops for the President of the United States. Along the way we meet their governor friend, Alex White; Mistress Pamela Seeger, who is in charge of the club’s legal aspects; Keon’s cousin, Master Goliath, war veteran Richard Almar; and the Club Manager, Wade Moore. Everyone, as dominant and powerful as the other.
During this series of take-no-prisoners suspense novels, we come to know each of the Senior Masters—big, dominant men and their strong, sassy women, along with their kinks. You will either love them or hate them, as they journey through their lives and fight against the pernicious grasp of crime syndicates, corruption, death and violence.
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Prologue
The opening of Club Devil’s Cove, three months ago . . .
Rose’s legs felt rubbery as she tried to tie the winning bracelet around Master Apollo’s wrist. She cursed herself for missing one clue, which had ended with her wearing a vibrating egg inside her pussy. She was so aroused; she was on the verge of combusting.
Which would end in a punishment from the Dom in front of her and that was not what Rose wanted from this drool worthy man.
“No! I knew I should’ve run faster.”
Rose glanced over her shoulder. A blond-haired sub stumbled closer, her breath wheezing from her chest.
Rose’s fingers fumbled. Dammit. Get it together or you’ll lose out on him.
“Don’t sound so despondent, my pet. The winning bracelet isn’t in place yet. You still have a chance,” Master Apollo drawled, his amused gaze on the trembling redhead who couldn’t get the slip knot in place.
Her spicy bouquet tingled his nostrils, echoing her highly aroused state, which was probably causing her distress.
Her lips pursed in a pout and she flashed an annoyed look at him. She lowered her eyes when his narrowed.
Those eyes. I’ve seen that exact color somewhere before. But where?
He willed her to glance up again, but she steadfastly concentrated on the task at hand.
“Thanks for telling me, Master Apollo. Now, we have a race!” The blonde sub beamed as she wrapped the rope bracelet around his other wrist and with nimble fingers began to tie the knot.
It spurred Rose on to concentrate and she managed to slip hers into place, seconds before her competitor.
“There!” she said with a self-satisfied puff, taking care to speak in the usual British accent she maintained as part of her disguise. That, combined with wearing heavy, black eye-makeup and a bright red wig to the club, have kept her from being recognized. She looked completely different from the prudish woman she presented to the world otherwise.
“Indeed,” Master Apollo drawled. “You were taking so long I started wondering if you were actually trying to lose.”
The blond sub sighed. “Well, I guess I’ll have to bow down to you as the winner,” she said to Rose. Her eyelids fluttered seductively at Master Apollo. “Unless you’re willing to split the winnings, Master Apollo.”
Ethan Brodie was one of the Senior Masters at Club Devil’s Cove and therefore, one of the Doms offered as a prize in the treasure hunt on the opening night of the club. He was also known in the BDSM community as one of the most compelling Doms, which made him sought after by the subs who drooled over his muscled physique and sardonic smile.
He didn’t miss the irritated glare the redhead slanted toward the blonde. It was obvious she didn’t want to share her winnings.
“Well, my pet, the night is still young. I’ll seek you out later.”
“Don’t make promises you won’t be able to keep, Master Apollo,” Rose said. Her voice vibrated with sensual intent, lilting with an enticing British accent that he found very endearing.
Ethan looked at her. She was a beauty; with a heart-shaped face and a cascade of auburn tresses. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d looked into those almond-shaped, charcoal gray eyes before. The green flashes enhanced the glimmer in their depths. Emotion—it’s a reaction to spiked emotions, he realized. She tilted her sharp nose a little higher under his perusal, drawing his gaze to her puffy lips. His cock twitched at the thought of that hot mouth wrapping around his shaft.
“And why is that, kitten?”
“Because once I’m done with you, you’ll have no energy left for another,” she promised in a husky whisper.
Ethan was surprised with the spike in his testosterone at that promise. It made him feel like a teenager about to have his first sexual encounter. His cock surged to full arousal and pressed eagerly against his pants. He fisted his hand around the hair at her nape. Ethan realized she was wearing a wig the moment his fingers wrapped around the hair.
“No,” she puffed, her eyes flaring wide. “Don’t pull . . . please.”
“I wonder why you feel the need to wear a disguise,” he murmured, watching her eyes darken.
“It . . . I—” She licked her lips before his mouth captured hers in a quick, hard kiss.
“Doesn’t matter, kitten. But if it comes in my way later, either the wig goes, or I do. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master Apollo.”
“What’s your name?”
“Rose.”
The blond sub cleared her throat as a reminder that they weren’t alone.
Ethan reluctantly pulled away from the enticing woman but kept his hand wrapped around her neck. For the first time, he wanted a sub to feel claimed by him. From the way her body leaned into his, he knew the possessive grasp had the effect he was after.
“My name is Daisy and I’ll be waiting, Master Apollo. Just in case.”
The blond sub sashayed closer. She trailed her fingers down his bare chest that was visible through the open leather vest he was wearing.
Ethan smiled within himself when he heard Rose hiss, even as she pressed herself closer against him.
“You do that, my pet,” he said and chuckled when the hiss turned into a growl. “Sheath your claws, Rose. You won the prize, but it doesn’t make me your possession.”
“But until that prize has been paid, you do belong to me, Master Apollo. Every, delicious inch,” she purred and wrapped her hand around his cock which was straining against his pants.
Ethan’s breath caught in his chest at her bold action. The twinge of rose blooming on her cheeks told him she wasn’t usually this forward.
A small tremor shimmied down Rose’s spine as she felt his eyes blaze over her body, lingering on her full breasts pushed up by the black demi-cup corset. A shiver tingled in her neck. Her nipples became erect under his salacious stare. She pressed her thighs together in an effort to stem the quaking in her loins. The movement reminded her of the vibrating egg inside her pussy when she felt the wetness between her legs. The pressure inside her was becoming unbearable and with his closeness, she could feel herself teetering on the edge.
He didn’t speak, just watched her with ominous intent.
“You’re treading on thin ice, Rose. You might have won me as the prize Dom but don’t confuse that for being in charge. You have a right to claim only what and how I decide. Don’t overstep your boundaries, sub. Not now, nor later when we’re alone. Do I make myself clear?”
Rose nodded, somewhat contrite at her brazen behavior but when the blonde sub had placed her hands on him, she’d seen red.
Crack! Crack!
“Ooow! Damn you, Master Apollo! What was that for?” Rose croaked, rubbing her thighs whe
re he’d slapped her.
“How are you supposed to respond to a question from a Dom, Rose? Or do you need a reminder of the basic expectations a Dom has from a sub?”
“No, Master Apollo. I apologize,” she said with lowered lashes to hide the flash of anger in her gaze. “Yes, you’ve made yourself clear.”
“That’s better.”
Ethan began walking, his hand tightening around her neck as he guided the two women to the entrance of the maze.
“Remember to come and find me, Master Apollo,” Daisy cooed as they entered the club and then walked away with swaying hips.
“How women manage to arouse men with no more than a subtle sway of their hips amazes me,” he said as his gaze remained glued on Daisy’s behind.
“Subtle is not the word I’d use for what she is doing, Master Apollo.”
Ethan laughed at the mumbled response from Rose. He leaned closer.
“I find your jealousy refreshing, Rose, but unfounded, especially as we don’t know each other.” He traced the curve of her jaw, his fingers caressing her mouth. “You seem tense, kitten. What’s bothering you?”
“I got one of the clues wrong and the Dom punished me with a vibrating egg, with the instruction not to come until you remove it. Please, it’s killing me, Master Apollo,” she pleaded. It was becoming exceedingly difficult to stave off the climax. His closeness and touch had exacerbated her arousal, which had tightened into a rigid coil inside her, ready to release at the smallest enticement.
“Ah, that explains the wonderful bouquet that has been teasing at my nostrils.”
Ethan traced the curve of her breast with an errant finger. He smiled as her breath hitched when he brushed over the tip of a nipple that was standing taut against the deep neckline of her corset.
