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  Shane

  A Castle Sin Novel

  Book Seven

  A Dark BDSM Suspense Novel

  By

  Linzi Basset

  Copyright © 2020 Linzi Basset - All rights reserved

  SHANE - CASTLE SIN #7

  Copyright © 2020 Linzi Basset

  Editor: Kristen Breanne

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  Published & Cover Design: Linzi Basset

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  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.

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  Contents

  Author’s Note

  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

  Danton: Book 8

  Excerpt: Fierce Paxton

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  Author’s Note

  Dear Reader,

  Castle Sin is a dark BDSM suspense series—the kind that will turn you inside out, yearning for more!

  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.

  SHANE - Book 7, is an edgy, fast-paced, dark BDSM suspense novel. A tale of awakened desires encased in fear and violence.

  Shane Sinclair learned young that regret always came too late and with it fear resonated. Fear of making those same mistakes all over again.

  “I’m not your normal sadist, little one.” He tapped his finger against her nose. “You’d do well to remember that.”

  Time brought healing and with it, the urge to unleash the devil sadist he'd kept locked inside for years. He’d found the one woman who was strong enough to feed his desires in the sassy and sensual Alexa Silver, but would he allow himself to fully unleash the beast upon her?

  Only time would tell.

  Alexa Silver had been drawn to the elusive Master Fox since she first set foot on The Seven Keys Island. She’d played along with his cat and mouse game for years but had all but given up hope that one day he’d realize she was it for him.

  “The question is—what are you gonna do about it, Master Fox?”

  It was time to take matters into her own hands and make him see she was the kind of woman—the masochist he needed. Her only concern, did she have what it took?

  Only time would tell.

  As the two lovers strove to find a balance between their secrets and mutual trust, an unwelcome shared ghost from their past resurfaced … one that decimated Alexa’s safe harbor at Castle Sin. Running away wasn’t an option—not again. This time, she had something to fight for.

  The struggle was exacerbated by the ever-present danger of the SPEONUS Order that now sought cold blooded revenge. Would the Sinclair cousins manage to foil the Order’s attempts to bring them to their knees once again? And would those they cherished most get caught in the crosshairs?

  Only time would tell.

  Editor’s Note:

  Pain! So much pain! Nipple clamps? Whips and floggers? Pffft, child’s play! Oh, no! Shane’s sexual predilections will have you holding all your sensitive bits and absolutely cringing as you secretly wonder what it would be like if he was doing THAT to you. Shane and Alexa, along with all the Masters and subs, will send you on an emotional roller coaster, laughing one second and tears burning your eyes the next, ultimately leaving your eyebrows narrowed and jaw slack. What. Just. Happened and where the **** is the next book already?

  Only time would tell...

  I trust you will enjoy this story.

  Warm regards,

  Linzi Basset.

  Chapter One

  Regret always came too late, and with it, fear lingered. Fear of doing it all over again—making those same mistakes.

  “Remember, my son, regrets are a moral residue. Like something hard to remove got stuck on you when you did something against your better judgment. Walk the path of honor and integrity and you’ll never have to struggle with the consequences.”

  Shane Sinclair slumped lower in the oversized leather wingback chair strategically placed in one dark corner of the whipping chamber in The Dungeon of Sin at Castle Sin.

  He had never forgotten the words his mother had spoken. It still haunted him. He had been a young sixteen-year-old at the time and didn't fully understand what she’d meant, but he’d learned the lesson the hard way ten years later. Over the years it had festered, inculcated deep in his soul until the residue of regret had become impossible to remove, like an indelible stain on his cerebral cortex. It had taken him years to overcome the remorse and finally realize that although he’d been wrong, he had been the one in the end who had suffered psychologically as a result. Because of that, he’d stayed away from forming an emotional attachment to a woman … fearful that he’d take the wrong road once again.

  As a psychologist he should have been able to overcome any emotional compunction, right? Wrong. It was easier to guide a complete stranger through the vortex of finding their way than locating that path by himself.

  A deep sigh staggered from his chest. He smirked as he identified it was sheathed in guilt and contrition.

  “For fuck’s sake, Sinclair. You’re fifty-three years old. It’s time to forget about the past and move on.”

  “Having an old-timer moment, Shane?”

  He acknowledged his cousin and best friend, Kane, with a snort as he sat down on the sofa to the right of him.

  “Don’t pretend you never talk to yourself.” His eyes drifted to the stone arch leading into the chamber and locked onto the large body of the brooding man leaning negligently against it.

  “Vera was right. He’s a diff
erent man. I’m not sure I like who he has become.”

  Kane followed his gaze. “Is he still refusing to go for the tests you suggested?”

  “Yes. I don’t know what more I can do for him, Kane. He has always been stubborn, but since his return, he’s become a straight-up asshole.” Shane shook his head with sadness weighing his shoulders into a slump. “I never thought Danton Hill could be as uncaring, cold, and cynical as he is now.”

  “And a brutal sadist,” Kane added as he watched Danton push away from the wall to amble with calculated steps through the milling members. “The subs used to love scening with him. Now, they walk wide circles around him.” He sat forward. “What the fuck?” He glanced at Shane who straightened in the chair as Danton looked their way, his gaze over the distance chilling as it mocked Shane before he strode toward a tall redhead mouthing off against Dom Michael, one of the Assisting Training Doms of the academy.

  “The fucking bastard!” Shane’s voice trilled with fury as he watched Danton wrap his hand around her throat and lift her off her feet, leaving them to dangle frantically in the air. Before the order from his brain reached his body, he was next to the couple.

  “Let her go!”

  Danton cut an amused look at him. “She asked for it.”

  “I said, let her go, Master Danton.” Shane’s gaze didn’t falter from the chill in Danton’s, but he was aware of Alexa Silver’s frantic mewl as she clawed at the large hand cutting off her air. “This is not how we do things at Castle Sin. Now, damn you!” His voice curled around the words coating them in a promise of violence.

  Danton smirked as he released Alexa’s throat without lowering her. She hit the floor with a sickening thud at the same time as Shane’s fist connected with his chin, driven by the fury that stained his common sense.

  The growl rumbling from Danton’s throat was frightening. His eyes flashed furiously as he grabbed Shane’s shirt in a fist.

  “No, Dad.”

  Danton froze at the quiet and firm voice behind him but his hold didn’t relax. He swung his head sideways. Within a blink of an eye, the demon driving him curled up and went to sleep. The fire turned to ice as he looked at Ace. He had brought him up as his own son after taking him away from his mother who had neglected him as a young boy. Ace had openly accepted him as his father and only started calling him Dad days before the bomb explosion that had almost cost him his life.

  “This isn’t you, Dad.”

  There was no reproach in Ace’s eyes, no accusations or sorrow, only concern. Danton shoved Shane away and stormed out of the chamber without a word.

  “Go, Ace. We’ve got this,” Kane said as he hesitated with a concerned look at Alexa’s prone body on the floor. With a barely there nod, Ace followed Danton.

  Shane kneeled beside Alexa. He gently examined her throat. Concern that Danton might have hurt her turned his expression stoic.

  “Ohh, shit,” she moaned as her eyes fluttered open.

  “Did he hurt you, Alexa?”

  She blinked a couple of times as Shane’s guttural voice, filled with concern, brushed over her to find resonance deep inside her soul. She had been waiting for so long to hear any kind of emotion from him that for a moment, she could only stare at him.

  It was annoying as hell that in the dungeon he had the ability to strike her mum with no more than a look. Worst of all—he aroused her without even trying. Every fucking time, without fail; her clenching loins attested to this fact, the moment their eyes met. It irked her that it happened now … at a very inappropriate time.

  He eased his arm behind her shoulders to assist her to her feet.

  “Talk to me. Did he hurt you?”

  Alexa blinked, amazed at the depth of gentle concern she saw in his eyes. He laid his hand lightly on her shoulder, but instead of flinging it off like she usually did, she was soothed by it. He repeated the question in a dulcet tone that completely shattered her ability to remain impassive to his closeness. The way the words rolled off his tongue calmed her more than what he actually said. It felt like she was wrapped in a blanket of his caring.

  But that’s not what she was after, dammit! She wanted more from him, and by Jove, she was done waiting. It was time she took matters into her own hands. Shane Sinclair wasn’t going to keep playing cat and mouse with her.

  “I’m okay. My throat is a little bruised, but I don’t think he caused any damage. I’m just a little shaken because it’s not how we … Master Danton isn’t like that.”

  “That doesn’t excuse his behavior.” Shane glanced around. He called Dom Michael over. “What triggered Master Danton to act like that?”

  Dom Michael smiled ruefully at Alexa. It was well known that she was a sassy brat and didn’t stand back or cower to any of the Doms or Masters of the Castle, especially if she believed they had mistreated another submissive. It was why she was known as the Mother sub since every submissive and trainee on The Seven Keys Island looked up to her for guidance and protection.

  “Lady S acted disrespectfully towards me and interfered in my scene with one of the trainees.”

  “Damn right, I did. You were—”

  “Quiet.”

  Shane didn’t raise his voice but it packed enough power to shut her up immediately. It didn’t stay the heated glare she shot at him though, which elicited a warning frown from him.

  “You seem to be begging for punishment, Lady S. I suggest you curb that natural brat of yours since you're a tad fragile after what just happened.”

  “Fragile, my ass. I’ll have you know—”

  “Did you require Master Danton’s assistance to handle the situation with Lady S, Dom Michael?” Shane cut her off curtly. He ignored her flashing eyes but the way he crossed his arms over his chest was a warning in itself.

  Alexa was on thin ice.

  Well, tough, Master Fox. You don’t scare me, and besides, I was a champion figure ice skater in my time. I’ll run circles around you … and I intend pushing every button of yours tonight!

  It seemed as if the encounter with Danton had sparked the devil inside to come out and play.

  “No, Master Fox. I was about to punish her when he interfered.” Michael shifted his weight. “Don’t be too hard on him. We all know what he’s been through and understand that he has a lot to deal with.”

  “Abusing a sub isn’t the way to do it. You know very well we don’t allow such treatment in Castle Sin, not even from one of the Masters.” Shane slanted a warning look at Alexa. “I expect you to behave, Lady S. You’ve been here long enough to know that the way you act directly impacts how the subs and trainees do. It’s time to curb your sassiness or you’ll carry the consequences.”

  He walked away without paying attention to Alexa’s loud protest. The smile on his lips was testimony to the amusement at her indignant sputtering.

  “You are not walking away from me again, Master Fox!” The next moment a spitting cobra blocked his way, arms akimbo with her head held high and her chin jutting out confidently.

  Fuck, this woman packs a punch. She’s sex on legs and I’ll be damned if I can resist her any longer.

  Shane had never been drawn to the younger subs and preferred to pay homage to older women, like Alexa, but he had been playing a game with her for months. Teasing, controlling, and using her for demonstrations but keeping his distance otherwise. It had been a strategy to draw her in, entice her into his web until he could devour her over and over.

  It just backfired.

  Big time.

  I’m the one about to be devoured.

  It was there in her eyes. She was onto him. He wondered how long she’d been aware of the game he’d been playing with her. His eyes roamed over her silky auburn tresses that shimmered in the dim light from the sconces on the wall as she tossed her head. The sunset locks captured the light in vibrant ruby hues, flowing in warm curls of lava to her mid-back.

  She was the kind of woman others admired as much as they loved to hate. She was forty-s
ix but carried an exuberance of youth with movie star looks. He’d seen many Doms stop in their tracks and stare, drooling over her perfectly curved body that she carried with confidence. His eyes flickered as he suppressed the desire to trace a finger over her flawless skin to test its smooth silk texture. Her beauty was enhanced by the intelligent and sharp mind that he loved to watch as it burst to the surface during scenes. She blinked, and as always he was enraptured by her long sooty eyelashes framing her eyes—blue—like the sky right before the sun disappeared; a dark, rich indigo, with specks of wild colors.

  “I’m not?” he taunted the clipped challenge.

  He smiled as he detected the anger flashing in the depths of her eyes. In short, this woman was radiant and breathtaking.

  She returned his look insolently. He felt it in the pleasant throb of his cock as the promise flickering there lingered long enough to catch his attention. She boldly took a step closer and pressed her pert breasts against his chest. He was amused at the rosy color tinting her cheeks when they immediately turned to hard little stones, poking into him.

  Alexa refused to be intimidated.

  “No, Master Fox, you are not.”

  A verbalized gasp rendered uncontrolled from her lips as she watched one eyebrow crawl lazily higher.

  That damn Sinclair crawl. Why are women defenseless against what it does to our libido?

  She bemoaned the way her loins tightened at the devil may care look it gave him. A challenge all on its own and one a woman like her couldn’t resist.

  “Did I give you permission to touch me, sub?”

  Her cheeks darkened as a fresh wave of arousal sparked through her when she deliberately moved her breasts back and forth against his chest.

  Shane’s eyes crinkled in a dangerous warning.