Claimed: Parnell's Gift: Club Wicked Cove, #5

By Linzi Basset

They made her a victim . . .

Parnell Oliver is an enigma; a celebrated war veteran with a checkered conscience. Being a Dom at Club Wicked Cove is a role he plays with aplomb. But there's something he's been denying himself for long—Kacie Harris. She's gorgeous, alluring and . . . his friend's baby sister.

Kacie has lived in the eye of the storm all her life. Her invisible scars have never healed. She's been broken beyond repair. Or so she thinks. Until, Parnell pulls her out of a hellhole, literally and figuratively. For Kacie, Parnell is the only hope. He's her angel, albeit with a broken wing. At Kacie's behest, Parnell concedes to becoming her mentor—his idea of sweetest hell.

Parnell has to put Kacie together again. Piece by piece . . . touch by touch . . . kiss by kiss . . .

Will Kacie be able to rise above the devastation of her past? Will Parnell be able to mend the most beautifully broken girl, ever?

As the mystery about their faceless enemy unfolds, a treacherous plot comes to light. The Occhipinti family has a closet full of skeletons, just raring to dance. All hell is about to break loose.

The enemy better watch out. Kacie is a victim no more.

She is a deadly weapon.

Please note: This series must be read in order.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Linzi Basset
• Release date: Apr 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201337674

Linzi Basset

“Isn’t it a universal truth that it’s our singular experiences and passion, for whatever thing or things, which molds us all into the individuals we become? Whether it's hidden in the depths of our soul or exposed for all to see?” Linzi Basset is a South African born animal rights supporter with a poet’s heart, and she is also a bestselling fiction writer of suspense filled romance erotica books; who as the latter, refuses to be bound to any one sub-genre. She prefers instead to stretch herself as a storyteller which has resulted in her researching and writing historical and even paranormal themed works. Her initial offering: Club Alpha Cove, a BDSM club suspense series released back in 2015, reached Amazon’s Bestseller list, and she has been on those lists ever since. Labelling her as prolific is a gross understatement as just a few short years later she has now been published forty-one times; a total which fails to take into account the three other published works of her alter ego: Isabel James who co-authors—nor does it include the five additional new works marked for imminent release. “I write from the inside out. My stories are both inside me and a part of me so it can be either pleasurable to release them or painful to carve them out. I live every moment of every story I write. So, if you're looking for spicy and suspenseful, I'm your girl... woman... writer... you know what I mean!" Linzi believes that by telling stories in her own voice, she can better share with her readers the essence of her being: her passionate nature; her motivations; and her wildest fantasies. She feels every touch as she writes, every kiss, every harsh word uttered, and this to her is the key to a never-ending love of writing. Ultimately, all books by Linzi Basset are about passion. To her, passion is the driving force of all emotion; whether it be lust, desire, hate, trust, or love. This is the underlying message contained in her books. Her advice: “Believe in the passions driving your desires; live them; enjoy them; and allow them to bring you happiness.” Follow Linzi everywhere: https://linktr.ee/LinziBasset

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Claimed: Parnell’s Gift

Club Wicked Cove

Book 5

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A Dark Suspense BDSM Novel

By

Linzi Basset

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Claimed: Parnell’s Gift

Copyright © 2020 Linzi Basset

Editor: Anumeha Gokhale

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Contents

Warning: Read This – BDSM & Thriller

Author’s Note

Preface

Dictionary

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

Excerpt: Decadent: Kent’s Desire

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Warning: Read This – BDSM & Thriller

This series contains scenes including, but not limited to, explicit graphic sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, humiliation, ropes, cuffs, spanking, whipping, flogging, anal sex, ménage, strong language, bondage, and some S&M. Furthermore, expect controversial subjects such as unplanned pregnancy and BDSM activities.

This is a thriller/suspense combination genre and contains scenes of violence and death.

Liberties have been taken with places and notions that may resemble those of real life, such as insta-love and geographic locations.

Please, only proceed if you are comfortable with the above!

Author’s Note

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Dear Reader,

Please note: Punishments in these books ... well, they aren't meant to be pleasurable and are, as their name indicates, punishing.

These stories develop over a very short time span. In real life, care should always be taken with your emotions, lifestyle, and sex. Remember: always safe, sane, and consensual.

Thank you for visiting Club Wicked Cove, my second BDSM suspense thriller series.

In book 5 in the series, Claimed: Parnell’s Gift, Parnell Oliver has to put Kacy back together again.

They made her a victim ...

Parnell Oliver is an enigma; a celebrated war veteran with a checkered conscience. Being a Dom at Club Wicked Cove is a role he plays with aplomb. But there’s something he's been denying himself for long—Kacie Harris. She’s gorgeous, alluring and ... his friend’s baby sister.

Kacie has lived in the eye of the storm all her life. Her invisible scars have never healed. She's been broken beyond repair. Or so she thinks. Until Parnell pulls her out of a hellhole, literally and figuratively.

For Kacie, Parnell is the only hope. He's her angel, albeit with a broken wing. At Kacie's behest, Parnell concedes to becoming her mentor—his idea of sweetest hell.

Parnell has to put Kacie together again. Piece by piece ... touch by touch ... kiss by kiss ...

Will Kacie be able to rise above the devastation of her past? Will Parnell be able to mend the most beautifully broken girl, ever?

As the mystery about their faceless enemy unfolds, a treacherous plot comes to light. The Occhipinti family has a closet full of skeletons, just raring to dance. All hell is about to break loose.

The enemy better watch out. Kacie is a victim no more.

She is a deadly weapon.

Wishing you all well and I trust that you will enjoy this story.

Warm regards,

Linzi Basset

Preface

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Welcome to the elite, underground, BDSM escape named Club Wicked Cove.

Club Wicked Cove is a very exclusive, underground BDSM club on a farm located thirty miles outside of Jacksonville, Texas, on the banks of Lake Jacksonville. It’s a place where people go to escape and lose themselves in their own kinks and pleasure. In such a small, close-knit community, people treasure their privacy, therefore they wear masks, wigs and even colored contacts to ensure their identities remain intact.

Colt Fargo is the owner of Fargo Produce, one of the most successful farms in Texas. He is also the owner of the club, which stands on the outskirts of his farm on a separate plot of land. No one associates him with the club, which suites his need for plausible deniability.

Club Wicked Cove is a series woven around Colt, his best friend and co-owner of the club, Nolan Shaffer, along with four of their friends, Parnell, Seth, Kent, and Raul.

Colt’s dark past and the Occhipinti family wove an evil web around the club and its Masters. Each to be challenged in a different way as violence, sex and death scattered their paths to happiness.

Dictionary

Basta con le tue fottute bugie -  Enough with your fucking lies

Consigliere  - The #3 person in a mob family

Di chi   - From who

Dov'è esso  - Where is it

Entrambi reclami? - Both claims

Era lui. Lo so che lo era - It was him. I know it was

Essere avvertiti - Be warned

Gesù   - Jesus

Io sono   - I am

Mofo   - Abbreviation for Motherfucker

Ne dubito  - I doubt it

Non tentarmi  - Don’t tempt me

Ora, calmatevi - Now, calm down

Ovviamente  - Of course

Segna le mie parole - Mark my words

Stai attento, cugino - Be careful, cousin

Ti prometto questo - I promise you this

Ti auguri che non sei mai nato – Wish you were never born

Torna qui  - Come back here

Tu pregherai di morire- You will pray to die

Chapter One

NOTE: Although this is a suspense thriller with an erotic BDSM twist, it is first and foremost a thriller. It is a DARK series involving mafia crimes, hate, revenge, violent acts, and deaths.

​PLEASE NOTE: This book involves the dark traits of the American Mafia and there are details to the murder of a small child throughout the story. Please do not read this book if such content will trigger or upset you in any way.

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Was it my imagination, Storm, or did you just tell me to shove my flogger ‘where the sun doesn’t shine’? Parnell asked Jewel, his cousin’s fiancé. He did his best to hide his mirth at the expression on her face.

She was miffed, to say the least. Not at him, but at Nolan, for asking Parnell to take care of her punishment while he took an important phone call from one of his investment companies.

Well, Master Black, I didn’t exactly put it that nicely. Should I repeat what I said, in case you missed it? Jewel sassed him, casting a furtive glance around to see if Nolan was in the vicinity. It didn’t matter that she was annoyed at him, but taunting Master Black would be an open invitation for some serious punishment by her own Master.

It was much safer to take her out irritation on Parnell. He was the only softy amongst all of the Senior Masters. He could swing a flogger with the same accuracy and mastery as everyone else, but he preferred to give pleasure instead of pain.

She should’ve remembered that his idea of pleasure wasn’t necessarily going to be hers too. When his dark blond eyebrows made a question mark above his eyes, she acknowledged her mistake.

I mean ... I’m sorry I offended you, Master Black. It wasn’t my intention. You know I tend to speak before I think, she backtracked quickly.

Hm, yeah, well. A pity you chose to snap at me in full view of all these trainee subs then, wouldn’t you agree? Parnell asked in a dry voice, the flogger making a swoosh sound as he swung it through the air; forcing his smile back as Jewel’s eyes followed the path of the calf leather strips with trepidation.

Jewel glanced around. The group of trainees was watching their interlude with obvious interest. Their excited twitter drew her eyes back toward what Parnell was doing.

Damnit, Jewel. Now you’ve dunnit. He’s gonna ... wait! WTF! No!

Jewel didn’t question her actions as she turned and sprinted toward the dungeon exit.

No fucking way is he gonna strap me in that damned contraption!

Parnell caught her before she made it far. His arm cut off her breath as it closed around her midriff.

Oh no, you don’t, Storm. It’s time you learn that as the future wife of one of the owners, these trainees look up to you as an example.

"Please, Master Black, not that thing. You can use me as a whipping post for all the trainees, but not that!" Jewel heard the panic in her voice. She slumped in his arms, not wanting to fight the stand-in Training Master.

Seth Harris was on his honeymoon and Parnell had grudgingly agreed to take over the new group of trainees.

What fun would there be in that, Storm? he chuckled.

I hate you, Parnell Shaffer, she declared under her breath.

Ah, you wound me, little pet. You truly do. Have I ever hurt you or caused you any discomfort?

What you’re about to do is going to be exactly that! she wailed as they neared the torture chair.

Trainees, as part of our introduction to the dungeon equipment, Master Wolf’s sub—Storm, has graciously agreed to demonstrate the use of the ‘Force of Nature’, as we call this chair.

Torture is more like it, Jewel mumbled, still hanging in the air in front of Parnell with his arm clamped around her waist. Please, Parnell, something else. Not this thing. I don’t know how Quade comes up with these damn ideas, she complained softly.

"Ah, but this one, little pet, was my idea. You know corporal punishment isn’t my preference. You should’ve remembered that," he said in her ear.

But this is even worse, she wailed as he lowered her onto the chair, spreading her legs over the two steel bars and lifted them to lock them in place, almost next to her ears.

That didn’t prevent her from trying to wiggle her way off the chair—although in the position her legs were in, it would’ve been an impossible fete. He cuffed her hands to the bars behind her head.

Comfy, Storm?

The look she sent him could’ve easily melted a block of iron, but he shrugged it off.

Jewel didn’t know a single sub who didn’t hate this chair. From the moment it had been delivered, they’d given it a wide berth. She was just relieved that this time there was no ‘ass drill’ secured to it. Because it did just that—it drilled up and down and twirled inside your ass. You were doomed; especially if they pushed a G-spot vibrator into your pussy. No sub had been able to keep from climaxing within minutes.

The seat was comfortably padded with two holes, through which a Dom could use a variety of tools to punish his sub. Not one sub had willingly scened on this chair. The metal leg bars on the side could be lifted to different levels, depending how wide the Dom wanted to spread open the sub’s pussy. It wasn’t locked tight; instead, allowed for movement of the sub’s legs.

Jewel was spread open completely. She silently prayed that Parnell would leave her with some cover and not tear off her panties; or hook her tits to the nipple clamps, attached with a thin chain to the leg bars. The purpose behind attaching it to the bars was twofold. It made it easy for the Dom to adjust the clamps, and the chain tightened every time the sub’s legs twitched, tightening the clover clamps around the nipples, and stretching them.

It seems my sub has managed to secure more punishment, Master Black. Nolan said behind Jewel.

She cringed when she heard the disapproval ringing in his voice. She hated to disappoint him, but it was her nature to be sassy and it landed her in trouble more often than not.

So she did, Master Wolf. I was deliberating whether to use a magic wand on her clit only, or to add a dildo in her pussy as well. It would be ideal for demonstrating the use of this chair to the trainees at the same time, Parnell deliberated as Nolan came to stand next to him. They both stared at Jewel as if she were a prized mare, ready to be mounted.

You know, Master Black, you have a point. But let’s do the demonstration properly. I have everything we need in my bag—the ass drill, dildo, and a mini magic wand for her clit. Why don’t you get rid of her clothes while I set her up?

Jewel began to plead when Parnell carefully unhooked her purple and green satin corset and then cursed Nolan when he continued to ignore her, until he shut her up with a ball gag.

Much better. I hope you’re not going to blabber as much at home once we’re married, baby. I like some quiet around the house, you know, he teased her, enjoying her flashing green eyes. Then he ripped off her panties without any preamble.

Between the two of them, they had her ready and stuffed to the brink in no time. A drill dildo in her ass, an electric powered one in her pussy and a magic wand secured to her leg, placed against her clitoris. Her eyes threatened to melt them to puddles of water on the spot.

Er ... excuse me, Master Black, but how is she going to use her safeword if she’s tied up and gagged like that? One of the trainees asked worriedly.

Nolan squeezed the squeaky duck toy in his hand before he placed it in her palm. The look in his eyes warned her and her fingers relaxed around the toy. He shook his head.

Damn you, Nolan Shaffer. You know me too well. Ogh! Why did he have to come back? Parnell would’ve done no more than use the magic wand.

When a sub is in a position such as this, a Dom will always offer her some kind of toy to draw his attention. In this case, Storm will give her favorite duck toy two squeaks for yellow and continued squeaks for red. Of course, when a sub is punished, her Dom expects her to only use her safeword when the punishment becomes too much to bear.

Nolan secured the nipple clamps, while Parnell explained the use of the toy to the trainees.

There you go, honey. All ready to rock and roll, he said, stroking her hair.

Fcku! She snarled around the gag, which elicited laughter from the trainees.

Hm, well, it seems she’s eager to start after all. Thirty minutes, Master Black?

Nnnno! Jewel protested and cried out when the clamps tightened as she tried to bear upright and moved her legs.

Ah, now just look at that. So impatient to start. Crank her up, Master Black.

Nolan stood back with his arms crossed over his broad chest as Parnell switched on the dildos. Jewel jerked when the hard rubber dildo in her ass began to twirl and ‘drill’ into her, while the eight-inch dildo pumped into her pussy. When he switched on the wand, she cried out and bounced on the chair, thrashing due to the strong sensation against her clit, while the chain attached to the clamps clanked merrily.

And not to worry, Storm. No limit on how many times you come. But I will remove the clamps after ten minutes for a while.

She lasted two minutes. Then her muscles tightened and heat exploded inside her brain. Her garbled scream echoed against the rafters when the first of many climaxes rushed through her.

The trainees were enraptured by the care and attention the massive Dom gave his sub throughout her punishment. Praising and kissing her when she cursed and pleaded with them to end the torture. They were even more impressed when she persevered and lasted the entire punishment without using her safeword.

Parnell watched Nolan tenderly wrap Jewel in a blanket and carry her to the Entertainment Room, where they joined the principal owner, Colt Fargo, his wife, Ceejay, and Kent Gibson—one of their friends.

Well, I bet the trainees didn’t expect such a demonstration on the ‘Force of Nature’, Kent jibbed as they sat down.

Jewel was too tired to respond and snuggled into Nolan’s arms. Want something to eat, baby? He asked tenderly and at her nod, signaled one of the servers closer.

How are the trainees doing, Parnell? Colt asked, watching him.

He shrugged and smiled. Not as tedious as I imagined it would be. It’s a very lively group and all of them seem to be here because they are serious about joining the lifestyle. That reminds me, I need to update Seth’s database on his computer.

He got up and strolled toward the stairs. Send my food upstairs, will you? he said over his shoulder.

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Parnell was the oldest of the group of friends. They all looked up to him as the strong, silent one who watched and saw things they missed. At forty-seven years of age, there wasn’t much that he hadn’t seen or experienced.

He was one of the most sought-after farmers in the district and a front runner in modern farming methodology. He had been the flag bearer for Going Green, after which most of the district farmers had followed suit.

Few people knew that he worked with Rhone Greer, brother of Ruark Greer—who owned Club Alpha Cove on David’s Island, in New York. Parnell helped Rhone in undercover operations for the Government. Even the Government was unaware of the role he played. That had been one of his stipulations when he’d joined Rhone’s team years ago. Parnell didn’t trust the Government, not after what had happened during the Iraq War.

He pushed those memories to the back of his mind. He’d given up hope that the nightmares and the dying screams would ever stop. It had become his bedtime partner over the years.

Parnell had just finished making the last entry in the database when an email notification caught his eye. He opened the mail and clicked on one of the attached files. His body tensed; a reasonable reaction when he noticed a barren piece of land with bodies scattered all over. This picture was an aerial shot. The bodies were a number of men loitering around a small compound in the middle of a dense forest.

There were two more attachments, but before he opened them, he read the text in the mail. It was crude and meant to cut deep.

Your little sister is back in the whorehouse, Harris. I’m willing to trade. You, whoring for her freedom. You know where to find her.

Parnell felt an icy shiver race down his spine. Seth had never told anyone what had happened to him on that island. But Parnell knew. Right from the first killing Seth had made, he had known what they’d done to him. A real man would give up anything to protect the ones he loved. And Seth adored his little sister.

Kacie, he whispered as he clicked on the next photo, of a roughly dug up square hole in the ground. A flashlight shone down into it, illuminating perfect features of the sleeping brunette, curled on her side on the rough surface.

Jesus! I’m gonna fucking kill you! The whole lot of you! His curse reverberated through the office as the next click opened a video clip that turned his entire body to stone. He watched her snap one of the men’s tibias in two and break another’s neck, before they tied her down. He focused on her face halfway through the clip, when he realized there were no screams coming from her lips. Her eyes were cold and lifeless.

Parnell stood up and swiped the surface of the desk clean with one wild sweep of his arm. Cups clattered to the floor, shattering the porcelain against the walls. He paced the office, his steps wide and frigid in rage. No one should have to go through something like that twice in one lifetime.

Fucking no one! He cried out hoarsely. Not Kacie. Sweet, innocent, little Kacie, he said in a sober voice. Parnell had been twenty-five when Kacie and Seth had been abducted. He had known Kacie since she was a wee child. He had cherished her from the first moment he’d laid eyes on her.

Fuck! I waited too long. I should have made her mine ten years ago. Now, she is alone and defenseless once again. I fucking waited too long! he cursed himself as he sat down behind the desk. He forwarded the email to his own address and deleted it permanently from Seth’s computer. Seth and Sasha were on their honeymoon somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and he didn’t need to see this, knowing he would be too late to do anything about it.

What’s the matter, mate? Colt asked from the doorway, where he silently stood watching Parnell.

Parnell didn’t look up as he shut down the computer