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  Zeke

  A Castle Sin Novel

  Book Six

  A Dark BDSM Suspense Novel

  By

  Linzi Basset

  Copyright © 2020 Linzi Basset - All rights reserved

  ZEKE: CASTLE SIN #6

  Copyright © 2020 Linzi Basset

  Editor: Kristen Breanne

  Proofreaders: Marie Vayer, Melanie Marnell, Charlotte Strickland

  Published & Cover Design: Linzi Basset

  Warning: the unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in prison and a fine of $250,000.

  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 eBook only. No part of this eBook 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.

  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.

  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. 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 author will be responsible for any loss, harm, injury, or death resulting from use of the information contained in this book.

  Contents

  Author’s Note

  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

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Epilogue

  Excerpt: Shane

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  Author’s Note

  Dear Reader,

  Castle Sin is a dark BDSM suspense series.

  Castle Sin

  Seven dungeons

  Seven Masters

  Seven times the kink.

  An exclusive BDSM club offering memberships only to selected Dominants. Submissives and slaves were available for every taste.

  Personally trained by each of the Castle Masters.

  Zeke - Book 6

  Zeke is an edgy, fast-paced, dark BDSM suspense novel. A tale of misguided perceptions, hope, and shattered dreams.

  Taylor Banks was running and needed a place to hide.

  “I’m going to challenge fate, little one. I want you and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you walk away from me until I’ve had my fill.”

  Grieving the devastating loss of the man who had turned him into the powerful Dom he was, Master Dragon endeavored to move past his pain, and the sassy and curvy woman he met at the airport provided that motivation. But with his emotions already frayed, his sudden infatuation with her threw a wrench in his plans to move on. As his obsession evolved into genuine feelings for her, he realized two things: he wanted her more than anything … and she was lying to him. He knew it and intended to find out what she was hiding, but the one thing he refused to do ... was walk away from her.

  “Thank you but no thank you. I’m nobody’s lollipop to suck on until your ears pop from the sugar rush.”

  Taylor Banks was in deep shit ... so deep she needed a place to hide, and where better than a secret island? She'd set her sights on The Seven Keys Island, where her bestie, Peyton Jackson, now lived. The only problem was how she would get there since Peyton had fallen off the grid. A chance encounter with one of the famous Rothman cousins could solve her dilemma, but was she ready to accept the conditions of the most formidable Dom she'd ever come across? Could she ever be prepared for what he had in store for her?

  Amidst untold violence, death, and destruction, the two lovers realized they were fighting the same enemy, raising the stakes even higher, and Zeke would do anything ... even kill ruthlessly ... to keep Taylor safe.

  Would that be the final nail in the coffin that buried their relationship six feet under?

  Editor’s Note:

  Everyone will want Zeke to take them to subspace. The younger, softer spoken, gentler Sinclair cousin will bring out the submissive in anyone who has their embers burning. Adventure, mystery, and of course, all the cousins and subs we’ve come to know and love … and maybe even hate. Zeke will wet your panties and raise your eyebrows as more revelations are discovered at Castle Sin.

  I trust you will enjoy this story.

  Warm regards,

  Linzi Basset

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  Prologue

  20 Years ago …

  It was the best day of his life. He’d waited for this day for years and finally, it had arrived.

  “Eighteen! I’m fucking eighteen today and now big brother Shane can’t control me anymore.”

  Zeke Sinclair loved his half-brother, who he’d come to worship over time. If not for him, he’d probably have ended up in juvie after their mother and his father had died in a car accident when he was the young age of ten. It had been devastating to him as a young boy to lose both parents at once. Shane, twenty-four at the time, and recently qualified as a psychologist hadn’t thought twice about stepping in and taking care of him. When Zeke had turned sixteen, he’d demanded that Shane change his surname from Clinton to Sinclair, as proof that to him, Shane was now his only family.

  Because of Shane, he’d become a famous child movie star, along with all his cousins in an instant blockbuster Marvel movie series, Space Riders. It also changed the freedom Zeke had. At times it felt like Shane had him on a leash, reining him in when it looked like he might be in danger of succumbing to the lure of alcohol and drugs that were so easy to find in the movie industry.

  “Well, no more. From today, I’m legit.” He chuckled. “Well, the fake IDs we managed to get are saying so at least! It sucks that drinking age is twenty-one. Lucky for me I’m a big motherfucker and no one questions my age.” He chuckled. “It also helps that I’m a celeb who people want to please. Now, no one's gonna stop me from going to clubs and getting drunk as a skunk!”

  He hummed a tune as he used the cordless phone in his room to dial the number of his best friend, Roy Hughes.

  “Hey, birthday boy!’

  “Yep, the day has arrived! Are you ready for some fun tonight?”

  Roy laughed. “Did Shane finally agree that you can have your own private party?”

  “I’m eighteen, my friend. I don’t need his permission to do shit anymore. We’re going out on the town tonight! You, me and the guys.”

  “You’re a shitload braver than I would be with a big ass brother like yours, but I’m game. Where are we going?”

  “We’re going clubbing. To that new club on Miami Beach. It’s time to put our fake ids to use! Tell the guys to meet us there at eight. I’ll pick you up at seven-thirty.” Zeke started at a loud rap on the door. “I gotta go. See you later.”

  “Are you up, Zeke? Get your ass in gear. We’re going jogging.”

  Zeke glowered at the door. “Jogging? How about wishing me happy birthday, big brother?” he growled under his breath but stomped his feet into his favorite running shoes. It was the one time of day he enjoyed spending with Shane. They ran for five miles and on the way back, spent an hour at the gym. He was fit and extremely well-built for a boy of his age. Muscled and strong, just like his brother.

  “I guess I should thank him for that.” He chuckled as he flexed his biceps. “It’s because of these babies that the chicks are crazy about me.” His grin widened as he recalled all the sexual bliss he’d experienced at the hands of much older women since the age of fifteen. Not that he complained, at least they taught him the skills to be a sought-after lover.

  “Zeke! Get your butt down here!”

  “Keep your pants on, old timer! I’m coming,” he shouted as he opened the door and ran down the stairs. He stopped in his tracks in the kitchen to find Shane dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, having coffee with their cousin, Kane, and best friend, Danton Hill, who they’d known from when they were young boys.

  “Can’t say that he looks any different,” Danton graveled in his deep voice. He chuckled as Zeke cast an annoyed look at him. “Still as nippy as a Jack Russell pup, I see.” He reached out and yanked him closer with a large hand around the neck and hugged him under his big ass arm. Zeke was tall and big for his age but next to this mammoth man, he always felt like a midget. “Happy birthday, little Sinclair.”

  For once, Zeke di
dn’t complain as he ruffled his hair, which was his pride and joy that no one was allowed to touch.

  “Can’t believe you’re eighteen, little cousin.” Kane dragged him in for a man hug as well.

  Zeke loved being part of such a close-knit family, which in his mind, included Danton.

  “Happy birthday, sport,” Shane said as he placed his arm around his shoulder. “Hopefully now you’ll start making your bed in the morning.”

  “For what? I’ll only mess it up when I go to sleep again.”

  Everyone laughed at the expression on Zeke’s face. It was a regular topic of discussion.

  Shane shook his head. He gestured toward the interleading door to the garage. “I got us some chocolate croissants. They’re in my car. Go get them for us, please.”

  “Geez, I’m the birthday boy and still I’m being ordered around,” he grumbled as he stomped toward the door. He looked over his shoulder as he pushed it open. “I can’t wait for the day I turn twenty-one, so I can tell you to sod off,” he said as he disappeared into the garage.

  For a moment there was no sound and then an earth-shattering shout echoed from inside.

  “Holy shit! Shane! Is it mine?” Zeke appeared in the doorway, literally jumping up and down with excitement as he pointed to the sleek black sports car sporting a large red ribbon. “You’re shitting me, aren’t you?”

  Shane smiled as the three men followed him back into the garage.

  “Happy birthday, little brother, and yes, it’s yours. You have proven to me you’re a responsible young man, so therefore, I trust you will take good care of it.”

  “Fucking mistake if you ask me,” Danton rumbled as he watched the excited young man circle the car. “Heed my warning, young pup. If I ever find out you’re speeding, I’ll personally whip your ass.”

  “You’ll have to catch me first.” Zeke ripped off the bow and got in behind the wheel. His excitement was contagious. “Come on, big brother. I’m taking you for a spin.”

  “You’ll need these,” Shane said as he tossed the keys at him, which he caught deftly in the air and cranked the engine seconds later.

  Danton and Kane watched as he carefully reversed out of the garage and once in the street, sped off with an exaggerated wave.

  “Mark my words, Kane. That little pup has a glint in his eyes that I remember too well from my youth.”

  “Meaning?”

  “He’s gonna get into deep shit.”

  “Yo, Zeke! How about a Tequila Slammer?” Roy shouted to be heard over the loud music and the buzz of voices that gave the club an energetic vibe.

  Zeke glanced at the petite blonde girl by his side—woman, not girl. Like wherever he went, he had immediately been recognized the moment they’d entered the club, and women of all ages had been flocking around him all night. He’d lost count of the number of salacious kisses he’d received once the news it was his birthday had leaked out.

  “How about it, babe? Wanna have a drink with me?” Zeke frowned as he listened to his own voice. It sounded like his words slurred but his inebriated mind couldn’t count the number of cocktails and shots he’d had.

  “Always keep your wits about you, Zeke, no matter the circumstances. Booze might give you a punch of pleasure for a short time but it could also be your worst enemy. The moment you can’t think straight, you should realize it’s already too late.” Shane’s voice echoed in his mind but was forgotten as the seductive curves pressed against his chest.

  “Only if you go to one of the private rooms at the back with me,” she cooed in his ear.

  Zeke cast a blurry look at the dimly lit hallway leading to the back. He’d seen many couples disappear down there during the course of the night. A niggling thought at the back of his mind stirred but he pushed it aside. It was his birthday and for once he was going to cast aside rules and let go of all his inhibitions.

  Fuck, I only turn eighteen once. I’m gonna enjoy it and fucking a couple of these women seems the perfect way to do it.

  “The night is still young, babe. For now, let’s have another shooter and set the dance floor alight.” He took the Tequila Slammer from Roy and downed it. “Whooha! That fucker burns,” he coughed and turned to the blonde who was making a face at the taste of the drink. “Too strong for you?”

  “Yes.” A visible shudder trailed down her body. She handed the small glass to him. “Why don’t you have mine?’ She smiled coquettishly. “Then we dance.”

  “You got that right, babe … the horizontal tango is my specialty,” he said with a lascivious grin. Tipping his head, he threw the scorching liquor down his throat before leading her to the dance floor.

  He was pumped and his synapses jumped like popcorn on oil. He felt a little lightheaded but so alive he could climb a mountain and shout from the top. The thumping music was like a drug that pitched him higher, until his mind buzzed with pure joy. The music moved him like he was a puppet on strings. His head mashed so hard his brain was in shutdown mode. He shrugged off Shane’s voice echoing once again in his mind. He was the man! This was his night. He yelled as he jumped up and down, his body soaked in sweat. He laughed boisterously as the strobe masked his movements, every clap of his hands like it was on pause at different moments. He knew there’d be hell to pay tomorrow, but tonight, with his friends, the alcohol kept on flowing like it was on an IV drip.

  “Fuck,” Zeke mumbled as he stumbled and wrapped his arms around the blonde to stay upright and not fall flat on his face. He couldn’t remember her name no matter how hard he tried. “My head is spinning,” he slurred. He blinked furiously, trying to clear his vision. He dragged in a deep breath and almost gagged at the harsh smell of booze on himself. He struggled to keep his balance. It felt like he was having an out of body experience. His legs refused to work. Neither would his hands or fingers. His brain was sending frantic signals telling him what to do but his drunk ass body wasn’t listening. He could feel himself moving but not like he wanted it to.

  “I need to s-sit down,” he garbled as he stumbled toward the bar that seemed a mile away and felt like it was moving further the closer he got. He was swaying left and right. No matter how many steps he took, he wasn’t getting any closer to it. He clamped his lips together, realizing he must be floundering about like a drunken fool.

  “No, lover boy, you promised me a trip to the back room.” The blonde grasped him around the waist and directed him down the hallway. He had too much trouble staying upright to fight her and with his body growing heavier by the second, he slogged along with her.

  “About fucking time you got here,” a harsh voice penetrated Zeke’s mind as the door slammed shut behind them.

  “Help me get him on the bed. He’s fucking heavy,” the blonde snapped.

  “Who the fu-gh are you?’ Zeke slurred as hard hands dragged him to the bed and threw him down. He groaned as his head hit the wall. Dark spots warred with the blurry liquor-induced vision as he tried to focus on the four bodies standing next to the bed watching him. Or was it two … he blinked. No, it was definitely four. Two women and two men. His mind couldn’t deduce what was happening but he could swear the women and the one man took their clothes off. He tried to fight off the other man as he started yanking off Zeke’s pants but it was useless. He had no strength, none whatsoever, and his inebriated mind struggled to comprehend what was about to happen as he stripped him naked.

  “Fu-gh off. Get your hands of-sh me.”

  The man smirked as he eyeballed Zeke’s muscled legs and hard buttocks.

  “We’re gonna make millions selling this fucking video. Young superstar celeb in an orgy—fucking and getting fucked. Marvel Studios is gonna pay big time to keep it from the public.”

  Zeke heard the words but they didn’t register as he battled to fight off the zing in his ears. If he hadn’t been drunk, none of this would be happening. He’d have snapped the bastard’s arm in two and watched the bones of his ulna tear through his skin before he touched him.