His Devil's Wish: Club Devil's Cove, #3

By Linzi Basset

His Devil's Wish, 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.

 

Although each couple has a HEA in their book, the books should be read in order for the best reader experience since there is a back storyline throughout the seires.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Linzi Basset
• Release date: Oct 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393848110

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 thirty-nine 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." Find her also on amazon.com/author/isabeljames in a collaboration of emotional and spiritual tales of discovery written in rich prose. Click on her website at: www.linzibassetauthor.com where you will find upcoming information about new releases, and excerpts from her books. Subscribe to her newsletter and join her on Twitter @LinziBasset or say hello on Fa...

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His Devil’s Wish

Club Devil’s Cove

Book 3

A Suspense BDSM Novel

By

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Linzi Basset

Copyright © 2020 Linzi Basset All Rights Reserved

His Devil’s Wish

Club Devil’s Cove - Book 3

Copyright © 2018 Linzi Basset

Editor: Anumeha Gokhale

Proofread: Marie Vayer, 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.

Linzi Basset has asserted her rights under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the original purchaser of this e-book/Book only. No part of this e-book/Book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without prior written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

Warning: This book is for sale to adults only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase.

Disclaimer: Neither the publisher nor the authors will be responsible for any loss, harm, injury, or death resulting from use of the information contained in this book.

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.

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.

His Devil’s Wish, 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.

Catch up on Club Alpha Cove if you haven’t read it yet.

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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 where 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.

No, I think we’ll leave it in a little longer.

Master Apollo, please!

At least until I’m satisfied with the blowjob you’re about to give me.

He arched an eyebrow at the glacial look she slanted at him. That was the first part of your prize, wasn’t it, kitten? Or do you see it as a punishment, rather than act of mutual pleasure?

Of course not, Sir. It will be my honor. Rose could feel the excitement inside her stomach. She wanted to give him pleasure, to serve his needs, but more than anything, she wanted him to lose that stellar control he always had.

Very well, Rose. The Devil’s Pen has been booked for us. His gaze seared the top of her breasts that were threatening to spill over the edge of her corset. But before we do, bare your tits, Rosebud.

Rose started. She raised wary eyes at him. She never bared herself in public areas of a club and although she’d accepted exhibitionism on her limit list, none of the Doms had ever pushed her. Master Apollo was in a totally different category, which was what had drawn her to him in the first place. He would push her boundaries without hesitation.

I examined all the participants’ limit lists, Rose and from what I can recall, none of them was opposed to exhibitionism. He waited a moment longer. His tight smile warned her that she was testing his patience.

She lowered her eyes while she struggled to build up the courage to bare her breasts.

Ethan pressed his face into hers. Let me warn you, Rose and you better listen because I’m not going to repeat myself. I give an instruction once. Either you obey or invite punishment. If you disregard a second order from me, I walk away, and the scene is over.

Rose swallowed. Man up, woman. You’ve been looking forward to this for weeks. Don’t fuck it up because you’re prissy.

She reached up and with trembling hands pushed the cups of her corset down. Her tits popped out and bobbed up and down eagerly. Mortification colored her cheeks as she noticed the smile of appreciation curve his lips.

Beautiful, Rose, he drawled, reaching out to caress her nipples. Her eyes flared as he rolled the tips between his fingers and pinched. At her gasp, he pinched harder and harder until she went up on her tiptoes, her breath hissing through her teeth.

Please stop. I beg you, I can’t hold it much longer, Rose wailed as her pussy clenched painfully around the large vibrating egg inside her with every tug on her nipples. Her body was tense, preparing for the imminent climax.

His eyes darkened, watching her eyes flare when he released her nipples suddenly, Shall we?

Rose’s body slumped. She struggled to find her composure as her nipples continued to throb. She walked gingerly in her black stilettos in front of him, forced to take small steps and keep her knees close, to keep from orgasming. Every movement with the egg inside her was a test in climax control.

Ethan was enthralled by her gently undulating, perfectly curved hips and never-ending legs in skintight leather shorts.

Rose stood fidgeting when he closed the door and strolled toward the large wingback chair in one corner of the room.

Ah, I see my little kitten is suffering. Let’s get this done, my pet and then we can attend to that egg inside your pussy. But before you start, I want access to all your juicy bits. Undress, Rose but leave those fuck-me heels on.

He sat down while she undressed, watching her unveil her body in all its silken beauty. He pointed to the space between his thighs and unzipped his cock. She obediently went down on her knees, her eyes on the large tumescence he was cradling in his hand.

Begin, Rose and don’t rush it. I have every intention of enjoying this.

She leaned down and caught his satiny shaft in her hand, wrapping her fingers around its base. She curled her tongue over the smooth, bulbous head, lapping at the viscous drops oozing from the slit. Ethan laid his head back against the chair and breathed in a calming breath. He was amazed at the effect this woman was having on him.

Her lips moved over the top and she sucked him into her mouth, twirling her tongue across the slit. She rolled her lips around the tip, like she was savoring her favorite ice cream, then slurped her way down and lapped at the frenulum at the bottom of his cock.

Fuck, Rose that feels so good.

A soft moan vibrated around his cock in reaction to his fingers flicking over her nipples. He rolled the taut buds between his fingers, with varying degrees of pressure; softly at first, then hard. Rose jerked, heat searing through her veins as her pussy throbbed fervently around the vibrating egg.

Remember, Rose, no climaxing for you. No matter what I do, Ethan warned gruffly.

With her hand as a guide, she fed his cock deeper into her mouth, sucking as she pushed down, stretching her lips wide to accommodate his girth. She kept going until his bulging head nudged the entrance of her throat, before she started working him up and down, pumping his shaft with her hand.

On your feet, kitten, Ethan ordered and assisted her to rise without pulling her mouth from his pulsing shaft. I want access to your little pussy.

Rose moaned as he tapped her clit with his fingers in varying degrees of pressure until her hips jiggled, trying to avoid the added stimulation.

Ethan pressed two fingers into her slit, pushing the egg deeper as he curled them forward in search of the spongy ganglia in front of her vagina. She moaned around his cock when he found it and brushed his fingers over it. She gagged and lost concentration in her desperation to keep from climaxing.

Don’t stop, kitten. I love the heat of your mouth around me.

Rose sucked and pumped his hard cock into her mouth, whimpering and moaning around his length the entire time. The sensations he evoked with his fingers inside her shot like wildfire through her veins. Her loins throbbed as the pressure intensified, her clit ...  ooohh fuuck ...  she screamed when he twisted his hand to brush his finger over the tip of her clit while rubbing his fingers rhythmically against its spongy twin on the inside of her pussy.

She glanced at him, her eyes pleading as tears began to run down her face from the pressure of his cock against the back of her throat. Spittle slipped from her mouth and hung from her chin. He pulled her off him and got up from the chair.

I need more. On your back on the bed and drop your head over the side. I want your legs spread wide for me.

Please, I beg you, let me come, Master Apollo, Rose pleaded in a hoarse voice.

No. I want to feel your pussy clench around my cock when you do. Do not come, Rose. Remember my warning, Ethan cautioned her. Open wide, push out your tongue and don’t tense your throat, he coaxed and buried his turgid length down her throat.

Rose gagged and then jerked at the unexpected brush of his fingers over her clitoris. Her pussy clenched and released, her body turned into a furnace of heat—a warning of her impending climax. She clawed at his legs, feeling the saliva dripping from her mouth. She breathed harshly through her nose, concentrating on keeping her throat relaxed while also trying to keep her orgasm back. It was hell, but she exulted in the power she held over him in that moment.

You’re so fucking hot, Rose. Keep it like that. Here we go; I need to come.

He began pumping his cock down her throat while simultaneously tapping his fingers on her clit. She moaned as her muscles tightened painfully. A hard slap on her clitoris warned her to keep her throat relaxed, when it tightened during her struggle, but all it did was increase her need for orgasm.

Ethan continued to fuck her throat with long, even strokes, going faster with each plunge and watched her hips dance in his grasp as he pressed his fingers deeper inside her very wet pussy.

He growled and thrust faster, pinching her clit and then gripped the string of the vibrating egg with his other hand.

Do not come, Rose, he warned and yanked out the egg with one hard pull. Her scream got swallowed up by his pounding cock as she released a splash of heated juices all over the bed.

Her body jerked, and her hips rose higher. She climaxed; helpless against the flux of heat that incinerated her at the same time Ethan ejaculated down