His Devil's Fire
His Devil’s Fire
Club Devil’s Cove - Book 6
A suspenseful, romantic BDSM novel
By
Linzi Basset
Copyright © 2018 Linzi Basset - All rights reserved
His Devil’s Fire
Copyright © 2018 Linzi Basset
Editor: Kristen Breanne
Proofread: Marie Vayer, Melanie Marnell & Janine Janse van Rensburg
Published & cover Design by: Linzi Basset
ISBN: 9781790688234
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.
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Contents
Author’s Note
Preface
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
Excerpt: Her Devil’s Kiss
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Author’s Note
Dear Reader,
Club Devil’s Cove is a spin-off from Club Alpha Cove, featuring powerful brothers—Ruark Greer and Bracus LeLuc, Rhone Greer and Keon LeLuc.
Please note that books 1 & 2 must be read in sequence. Although, the rest are mainly stand-alone novels, featuring the protagonists involved in the series; they are best enjoyed in sequence.
For your reference, please find books 1 – 5 blurbs at the back of the book.
In His Devil’s Fire, book 6, we meet Lance Talbot who has every reason to hate Lexi Calvert, a woman who has walked around with regret and guilt for eight years.
Regret always came too late; something Lexi Calvert knew all too well. A decision she’d regretted for the past eight years had kept her in hiding … from guilt and then from him … Lance Talbot, the one man who would come to hate her if he found out the truth.
“Then prepare yourself for hell, my pet, because you will come to me … and yes … I’ll be the devil you prayed never to meet.”
She should’ve seen it coming, but the last thing she expected was the powerful Dom’s demand that she become his submissive … willingly. Her mind screamed no, but her body … well, that was a completely different story. He was the kind of man every woman dreamed about: debonair as they came with an irresistible charm she couldn’t say no to. Disregarding the threat his words promised, she said yes…
Lance Talbot had seen and experienced despair in his years as a combat soldier in Afghanistan. It had turned him into a hardened man with every reason to hate the one woman he never seemed able to forget. Until he looked into her eyes and saw her suffering that awakened the caring Dom in him. He set out to save her … from herself … before she destroyed the beauty of her soul in an effort to find absolution.
She became the prey and he the hunter. He’d had a taste of the young Lexi Calvert eight years earlier; now he ached for the mature woman in her, and the enticingly sassy woman knew just how to awaken the devil in him.
But would the past ever truly be forgotten? Only time would tell.
Entangled amidst their budding love, the conspiracy began to unravel as a plot to unmask the Sixth Order exploded in their faces … literally.
The Precision Secure team was left naked and vulnerable as death handed them a cruel hand.
Would they ever recover … or was this the beginning of the end?
EDITOR'S NOTE:
Basset knows how to draw a reader in, catch their attention, and not release it until they are needy for the next chapter, and a helping hand ... or a cold shower. The emotions and angst reign supreme between Lance and Lexi, but there is an amazing balance between romance, kink, and suspense, that— like a scene between Dom and sub—has the reader holding their breath, only to be let up for air at the perfect moment.
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 Greer and Keon LeLuc’s friends, Jack Blackmore, Max Shaw, Lance Talbot, and Ethan Brodie, who under the disguise 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 oversees the club’s legal aspects, Bruce Rickett, Keon’s cousin, 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, who you will either love or hate, as they carry on with their lives and fight against the pernicious grasp of crime syndicates, corruption, death and violence they were exposed to.
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Chapter One
“Will you be playing tonight, Sir?” asked the half-naked sub staffing the reception desk at Risky Business, an underground BDSM club in Chesapeake Beach, Maryland. She gave a coquettish smile, the invitation in her eyes blatant.
“Not tonight. I’m just here to see what you have to offer.”
Lance Talbot looked around the dark entrance room. The walls were painted black, adorned with bright contrasting red blotches of paint and sofas. It looked cheesy―like the reputation of the club when he’d researched it.
“Well, our name says it all, Sir. In here, no risk you take is frowned upon. Everything goes, as long as the sub you choose agrees to it.”
She posed with her hands on her hips, covered only in a black leather thong. She pushed her naked breasts forward brazenly and smiled at him seductively.
“So I’ve been told.”
The censure in his voice was lost on the sub who was too eager to impress the handsome man dressed all in black. He looked dangerous, and it was a quality that attracted her to him like a moth to a flame.
She handed him a lanyard with a round plastic coin attached. “This is your access card. You use it to swipe the access points into all the areas you wish to enter.”
“Thank you.”
Lance offered a brief quirk of his lips as he swiped the coin across the small unit against the wall and walked into what they referred to as the Open Room, which was similar to Club Devil’s Cove’s Entertainment Room. Just much smaller and, like the entrance, dark and very dimly lit. People were crammed on the dance floor or in front of the bar. The few sofas and chairs scattered against the walls were filled with people chatting animatedly. The music was deafening, and the drone of people shouting to be heard added to the stuffiness that shrouded Lance like a stifling cloud. He shouldered his way through the crowd toward the door on the far side of the room where a neon light with the words, Dungeon, flashed above it.
The moment he stepped inside, he was swamped by various bodily smells and sounds of cracking whips, floggers, and screams that drowned the heavy metal music in the background. His lips compressed as he looked around. This was a hardcore BDSM club, allowing members free reign to practice their most perverted kinks. From what he could see, there didn’t seem to be any limitations at all. Knife scenes, severe whippings and floggings drew blood everywhere he looked. He closed his mind against the screams of pain and concentrated on searching for the woman he was there to find.
Lexi Calvert, daughter of his neighbor and Chief Judge, Ben Calvert, who was serving the final of his four-year term, after which h
e intended to retire.
“What the fuck are you doing in a place like this, Lex?” Lance said sotto voce as he peered intently at every sub he passed. According to the PI the Judge had appointed to find out what his elusive daughter had been up to, she had been visiting the club on the same date every month, always wearing a full face mask. He’d been concerned because she’d been avoiding him dogmatically and completely disappeared off the grid for a week the same time every month. She didn’t go to work, didn’t respond to any calls, and her staff had no clue where she was. If they did, they kept mum. As the chief medical examiner of Washington DC, she couldn’t afford to be recognized in a place like this. Worse, if it came to light that the daughter of the Chief Judge of the Columbia District partook in BDSM activities in a hardcore club, it would cause damage to a career and a reputation he had worked his entire life to establish.
Lance turned away from a suffocating scene and came to an abrupt halt. His eyes were caught by a vacant look amid the incandescence of violet eyes that stared at him through the black lace mask covering her face.
“Fucking hell! Lexi, what the fuck are you doing?” he grated out under his breath as he watched the orgy play out on the raised platform in the middle of the room. Her eyes were glued to him, empty of any emotions or feelings while her body thrashed and undulated, sandwiched between two Doms who pounded into her from both sides. Two more were sucking and biting her nipples. She kept urging them on. His face remained impassive as her raw cries echoed in his ears.
“More! Fuck me harder. I need more.”
He walked closer. Her gaze didn’t falter as she screamed when she climaxed, her body arching and jerking wildly between the men surrounding her.
“Don’t fucking stop. I want more!”
Her voice cracked and now, up close, he noticed tears falling from her eyes. She still stared at him with a vacant look as she continued to urge the men on.
Lance cursed as realization struck. She didn’t recognize him.
“Fuck, tomorrow she won’t even remember what she’s doing right now.”
It was obvious that she was drugged with some kind of aphrodisiac. From the way she was acting, he was sure she’d taken or given more than the required dosage.
“Have mercy, sub. We’ve been at it for the past two hours. We need a fucking break,” the one Dom said as he straightened. Two of the others followed his example.
“Then find me Doms who have enough stamina to keep going. I need hard cocks to pound me for hours to come.”
“You really are a fucking cock eating slut, aren’t you?”
Lexi didn’t respond. She fisted her hand in the hair of the remaining Dom and forced his face down.
“Eat me. Chew on that fucking clit like it’s a piece of steak,” she croaked.
Lance jumped onto the platform. Her back arched and she screamed when the Dom followed her instruction with vicious pleasure. The next moment he was on his ass a few yards from the bed, staring around in confusion.
“I’ve got this,” Lance growled. His stare pinned the affronted Dom in place, “And I don’t share.”
The four Doms laughed. “Good luck with that. This slut isn’t satisfied to have one fuck hole filled. She wants to be pounded every which way, nonstop for hours.”
Lance ignored them and turned around to face Lexi. She was breathing harshly; her legs were spread wide and she was pumping three fingers inside her vagina while slapping her clit.
“Fuck me. Now,” she demanded. Her eyes had turned wild with the lust that had taken control of her body once again.
“I’m afraid not, my pet,” Lance murmured as he picked her up. He carried her kicking and screaming off the platform and made his way toward one of the private rooms he’d seen during his search for her. A big burly guard stood in the hallway, blocking his way.
“Is there a room available? This slut needs to be taught a lesson in private,” he barked. He forced a lewd smile onto his lips.
“Feisty, that one, and quite popular with the sadistic Doms. Last door to the left.” The guard stepped aside.
Lance nodded as he walked toward the room, cursing as Lexi’s fist connected with his cheek and her nails raked a bloody line across his cheek. He shouldered his way into the room and locked it behind him. He winced at the sharp pain in his shoulder, still healing after the gunshot wound when they’d saved Jack’s sub, Jordan a few weeks earlier. He threw her onto the bed with no regard for decorum. She immediately turned into a crouching position and glowered at him, blatantly knocking the breath from his lungs.
He had always been taken by her beauty, but nothing could have prepared him to come face to face with her fully naked and highly aroused glory.
She tossed back her luxuriously long, dark honey blonde hair. He watched the strands fall down her back like rich, liquid swirling caramel. The black mask was made of thick lace, which concealed her features completely but not the bright glimmer of her eyes or the sultry pout of her full cupid shaped lips.
Her hips wiggled as she crawled closer to the edge of the bed. He could swear he heard her purr. From his vantage point, he had an enticing view of her small but shapely hips which curved into a perfect heart shaped ass. Her full breasts hung heavily between her arms as she wiggled her curvaceous form toward him.
Lance didn’t move, although he had no control over the twitch of his overzealous cock at the sight in front of him. She presented everything a hot-blooded man couldn’t resist. The spicy bouquet of her arousal that wafted into his nostrils kick-started his testosterone like a V12 engine.
“I want you to fuck me.”
It wasn’t a seductive lilt that broke the silence but a carnal growl of demand. The Dom in him stirred to life. His shoulders straightened as he folded his arms over his chest.
“You don’t know what you want at this moment, Lexi.”
“No! Not Lexi! I’m Delilah! Say it.”
His only response was a sardonic rise of one eyebrow. Lexi might be in a BDSM club, but it was evident that she had never been in a role of true submission. Not that it surprised him. She wasn’t herself by any stretch of the imagination.
With the amount of whatever the fuck is running in her veins at the moment, the only thing in charge is her lust.
“Say it, damn you!” Her voice raised to a hysterical pitch.
Lance studied her with piercing scrutiny. Her father’s concern had been valid. Something was driving Lexi, and it was tangled so viciously within her soul she had to conjure up an alternate persona to deal with it.
But not this way, Lexi. Not anymore.
“Let me see your face.” Lance kept his voice low and deep.
She cackled out a laugh which cemented the belief that she was holding onto a thin thread. She swung her finger in a circle in front of her face.
“This is Delilah’s face. The only one anyone ever sees.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!” she cried and sat back on her heels, spreading her legs wide apart. Her fingers splayed her labia open. She licked her fingers and pushed them inside the already dripping wetness of her pussy that he saw glistening in the dim light from where he stood.
His lips flattened into a grim line, locking his jaw rigid as he watched her pump her hand feverishly in and out.
“Then let me see your face.”
Her face contorted in a grimace as she pinched her clit and succumbed in a wail of pleasure as she climaxed. Her breathing was harsh but she didn’t stop plunging her fingers inside herself.
“Come on, lover. Get over here and fuck this pussy.” She shrieked when he still didn’t move. “Then get the fuck out and bring me someone who will. Four! I want four to keep me satisfied.”
“That does it.”
His growl didn’t frighten her, in fact, it brought a glimmer of excitement to her eyes. She fell on her back and spread her legs wide.