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    Desperation: Ceejay's Absolution: Club Wicked Cove, #1
    Desperation: Ceejay's Absolution: Club Wicked Cove, #1
    Desperation: Ceejay's Absolution: Club Wicked Cove, #1
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    Desperation: Ceejay's Absolution: Club Wicked Cove, #1

    By Linzi Basset

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    • Power Dynamics

    • Bdsm Club

    • Betrayal

    • Revenge

    • Crime

    • Secret Identity

    • Enemies to Lovers

    • Alpha Male

    • Strong Female Lead

    • Forbidden Love

    • Forced Proximity

    • Opposites Attract

    • Dark Past

    • Mafia Romance

    • Second Chance Romance

    • Punishment & Discipline

    • Mafia

    • Grief & Loss

    • Suspense

    • Secrets & Lies

    About this ebook

    This is the first of six in the Club Wicked Cove series. Desperation is a story about Colt Fargo, the owner of Club Wicked Cove, and Ceejay Powell, a woman driven by the demons in her past to join the lifestyle in an effort to find absolution for her guilt.

     

    Colt happens upon Lady Silver involved in a scene that contravenes the ethics of his club and sets out to find what motivates her to demand such a scene each and every time, subsequently giving her an ultimatum that she must accept if she wants to remain a member of the club.

     

    The instantaneous attraction between them sends Colt on a mission to break through the wall to assuage the pain in Ceejay's heart. In his quest, she finds the key to his guarded past and soon they are both fighting off the siege of emotions that threatens to overwhelm them.

     

    By a quirk of fate, their dark association with the mob soon jeopardizes the solace that Colt Fargo has found in obscurity in the backwater town of Jacksonville, Texas in his quest to escape the life he once led as a reluctant member of a powerful American crime family whose long tentacles are now within striking distance of reeling him back in and squeezing the life out of Ceejay Powell.

     

    This story ends in a cliff hanger ... to continue in book 2, Desperation: Colt's Acquittal. A dark, very dark erotic thriller.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLinzi Basset
    Release dateApr 17, 2021
    ISBN9798201626075
    Desperation: Ceejay's Absolution: Club Wicked Cove, #1
    Author

    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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      Desperation - Linzi Basset

      ​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,

      Dipping my toes in the highly emotional and incredibly erotic world of BDSM has been a revelation. One that I have thoroughly enjoyed writing and learning about. This is the second series I am writing in this genre, combined with thrilling suspense and I hope you will be able to relax and enjoy it for what it is, fiction and fun for pure entertainment.

      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.

      This is the first of six books in the Club Wicked Cove series. Desperation is a story about Colt Fargo, the owner of Club Wicked Cove, and Ceejay Powell, a woman driven by the demons in her past to join the lifestyle in an effort to find absolution for her guilt.

      Colt happens upon Lady Silver involved in a scene that contravenes the ethics of his club and sets out to find what motivates her to demand such a scene each and every time, subsequently giving her an ultimatum that she must accept if she wants to remain a member of the club.

      The instantaneous attraction between them sends Colt on a mission to break through the wall to assuage the pain in Ceejay’s heart. In his quest, she finds the key to his guarded past and soon they are both fighting off the siege of emotions that threatens to overwhelm them.

      By a quirk of fate, their dark association with the mob soon jeopardizes the solace that Colt Fargo has found in obscurity in the backwater town of Jacksonville, Texas in his quest to escape the life he once led as a reluctant member of a powerful American crime family whose long tentacles are now within striking distance of reeling him back in and squeezing the life out of Ceejay Powell.

      This story ends in a cliff hanger ... to continue in book 2, Desperation: Colt’s Acquittal. A dark, very dark suspense thriller.

      Wishing you all well and trusting you will enjoy this story.

      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

      ​Scusi mi    Excuse me

      ​​Capo di Tutti Capi   Chief of all chiefs

      Basta     Enough

      Che puzzo      I smell

      Hai paura      You are scared

      Dai     From

      Hai fatto sbagliato   You did wrong

      Sei così stupido   You’re so stupid

      ​Tu stupido, inutile pezzo di merda You dumb, worthless, piece of shit

      Tue cazzo di mani di dosso Your fucking hands off me

      Lasciami andare   Let me go

      Per il suo bene   For her sake

      Dammi tregua, cazzo   Give me a fucking break

      Non e impossibile e quello che ti voglio che tu faccia          It isn't impossible and

      it's what I want you to

      do

      Mi senti molto bene  Listen to me very well

      Meglio calmarsi, figlio  Better calm yourself, son

      ​Mi hai capito bene   You understand me

      well  

      Goomba    Sicilian slang for Compadre

      Gabishe, strunze   Sicilian slang for

      Understand asshole

      Che cazzo fai di qua  What the fuck are you

      doing here

      ​Ma, che cazzo dice  But, what the fuck are

      you saying

      ​Ma, mi senti bene, strunze Listen up, asshole

      ​Puttana    Whore

      Va ben    Alright

      ​​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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      I see Lady Silver is back again, Nolan grumbled as he watched the brutal flogging and whipping taking place in one of the private rooms in the dungeon. Shaking his head, he turned away listening to an update from his second in charge.

      The automatic door lock to the security control room hissed and clicked open admitting the presence of a large man into the room. Anyone not familiar with Colt Fargo was taken aback the first time they set eyes on him. His towering stature beggared belief.

      Powerful, Nolan thought, as he watched Colt’s biceps ripple under the snug black shirt. He was perfectly proportioned for his enormous size.

      Having a big friend was beneficial to Nolan when they were at school together. Seeing as he, himself, was a late bloomer, all Colt had to do was appear by his side and the bullies disappeared.

      Nolan flashed him a wide smile and snorted facetiously, It’s about time you got your lazy ass back here.

      Can it, Nol.

      Nolan smiled at the gruff rebuke that rumbled from the big man’s throat - his usual countenance. He and Colt Fargo had been friends for as long as he could remember. Their fathers had been schoolmates and as a result, the two of them had grown up attached at the hip since the day they were born.

      Colt had been away for a two-week break in New York to attend the wedding of a friend named Ryder Whitmore. Ryder was one of the co-owners at Club Alpha Cove, along with Colt’s cousin, Quade Cutter. Colt's farm and the club kept him on the go twenty-four/seven. Since his divorce two years ago, he hadn’t taken a break and Nolan was glad he took the time to go away.

      Nolan Shaffer, along with Colt, are co-owner at Club Wicked Cove. He also acted as head of security. With a shrug, he rumbled a quick rundown on the evening so far. A deep frown formed between his brows as he glanced back to the scene he’d been staring at on the monitors.

      Problem?

      Nolan shook his head. No, not really. They’re keeping within the boundaries of the scene she asked for, but fuck ...

      Colt looked closer and a harsh expletive croaked from his throat. Why the fuck isn’t she safewording out?

      Because it’s what she asks for every time she comes here, Nolan responded.

      What? Who is she?

      She’s a new member, Nolan explained. She came on recommendation from Dom Eagle. I verified all the background checks from previous clubs that she attended in Seattle. All of them reported that she had been an asset, but mostly kept to herself. She only did scenes with sadists and then left immediately after the scenes.

      That’s a red flag, Nolan, Colt muttered with annoyance. Why is it I don’t I know about her?

      She joined the week you left. She’s been here four times, every time demanding the same scene. She strips down to her panties, is tied face down and spread eagle on the bed and is then whipped simultaneously by two sadists.

      And you allow this?

      It’s what she wants, Colt.

      Does she get fucked afterward?

      Nolan shook his head, and Colt’s cheeks bulged with anger.

      Damn it, Nolan! You’re a fucking Dom. You should know better than to allow a sub to manipulate a scene, and so should Darren and John for that matter. Has anyone bothered investigating her desire to be whipped into oblivion without being sexually aroused?

      Nolan’s cheeks flushed as he realized that Colt was correct. He frowned as another thought came to mind.

      She also never wants aftercare and leaves immediately once the scene is done. Fuck, you’re right, Colt. I’ll go and–

      –No. I’ll go.

      Anger boiled inside Colt. The closer he got to The Baron Room, the angrier he became. His stride lengthened at the thought of what was taking place behind that door.

      Enough! he thundered, as he stepped inside the room.

      With tense expressions contorting their faces, the two doms quickly moved away from the bed. Colt realized that they hadn’t enjoyed the scene either. Even a sadist needed to feel a connection with the sub. Subs they scened with were always masochists. This sub clearly wasn’t.

      Colt’s glare promised retribution as he waved them toward the door. His voice sounded ominous, "I will deal with the two of you later."

      Master Dom, it’s what she–

      The dark look in Colt’s eyes warned them not to pursue that line of defense and prompted them to leave flustered.

      Colt didn’t move at first, but instead quietly watched the woman shuddering and sobbing on the bed. Red welts covered her back, buttocks, and thighs while her hands and feet twitched in the bindings.

      He stepped closer, traced a finger over the slope of her buttocks and noticed a tattoo of three butterflies in various sizes at the base of her spine. The innocence and beauty of the butterflies in flight was in stark contrast to the angry welts rising and thickening all over her back. Her skin twitched beneath his touch as an angry wail burned his ears when he brushed his hand past her panties and inserted his index finger deep into her pussy. The dryness he found there proved that she didn’t need pain to become sexually aroused as was the case with masochists. She needed the pain as a conduit for something else.

      What the fuck are you doing? You know that’s not part of the scene, the woman sobbed in a husky voice, racked with pain.

      Yes, so I’ve been told. I want to know why not.

      Her head swung around; her eyes blazed angrily through the lace of the mask that she wore to hide her identity.

      Just who the hell are you?

      Quite a filthy mouth you have, sub. Now answer my question.

      "I don’t have to tell you shit. I didn’t agree on this scene with you. Un-fucking tie me!"

      Colt’s eyes narrowed, his anger slowly dissipating to make room for curiosity about what drove this intriguing woman to be subjected to so much pain. She was tall with a beautifully proportioned body. From what he could see of her face, she was exquisite, with delicate features and an enticing, pouty mouth. Reaching out, he fingered the black hair framing her face. It was a wig. Not unusual. Not at Club Wicked Cove.

      The club was exclusive to members who had received a personal invitation after passing a series of background checks. An attorney in the city handled all the applications and legal processes that were required to become a member. They also maintained the only records of the member’s real identities.

      The mystique of the club drew people like bees to honey. Masks were compulsory, offering members and the club protection. Most females preferred to wear wigs as an added layer of disguise to further protect themselves from being recognized. Club members only removed their masks in the privacy of the playrooms once both parties involved had agreed. To date, no one had broken the rules in the ten years that the club had been operating.

      Aware of the furious eyes following his every move, Colt moved toward the bureau in the corner of the large room.

      I told you to untie me! If you don’t, I’m going to scream this whole place down.

      Go ahead, my pet. All these rooms are soundproof. But, why don’t I just spare you the effort? Red. I’m calling red to this scene. There. See how simple it is? Something, you should’ve done ages ago.

      She eyed him as he walked back to the bed with a tube of salve in his hand.

      What are you doing?

      I’m going to smooth some arnica mixed with a soothing cream on all your welts.

      No! I don’t want it! I need to feel ... just get away from me and leave me alone! Better yet, send the Doms back to finish the scene!

      I’m afraid that isn’t going to happen. What’s your name?

      "Stop! I don’t wanoooww!"

      Her angry retort ended in a painful cry as Colt smoothed the gel all over her back, buttocks and thighs. He didn’t stop until every welt was covered with a thick layer of balm. By the time he finished, her body was trembling. He sat down next to her on the bed and brushed his large hand up and down her legs.

      Ta-take your hands off me.

      What do you call yourself here?

      It’s none of your business. Now untie me so I can leave.

      You’re not going anywhere until I have answers.

      You have no right to pry into my personal life. I’m a legitimate member of this club and I can come here for my own particular brand of kink, which you’ve just interrupted.

      You didn’t come here for kink, kitten. You asked for a brutal beating, and from what I hear, it’s all you ask for every time. You’re clearly not a masochist, so what you’re asking for is nothing but your own personal abuse.

      Fuck you! Now untie me or–

      Or what? Know this, kitten: it is in my power to have you thrown out of this club, and once I’ve done that, you’ll never set foot in here again.

      His terse admonishment subdued her petulant behavior immediately.

      You ... you can’t do that.

      Oh, but I can. Now, let’s try it again, shall we?

      Colt continued to brush his hand over her legs, feeling her quiver under his touch. His eyes narrowed as he caught a whiff of her arousal. A honey-sweet, spicy smell.

      Hmm, seems the little sub is not all that immune to a man’s touch.

      What do you call yourself in here?

      It was another layer of the mystique that all members chose a club name for themselves. Something with which they had a lot of fun, whether it be a mythical Gothic persona or animal or name.

      Lady Silver.

      Hmm, I can’t see the connection, but very well, Silver. I’m Master Dom.

      Her breath caught in her throat when she realized it was the club owner that was lazily caressing her leg, stimulating a response from her body that she refused to acknowledge.

      A Master Dom in the lifestyle was the one that guided, mentored and ruled all the other doms, which meant that he was very powerful and experienced. Silver had sensed his commanding presence the moment he entered the room.

      So you’re the owner of the club and the Master of Doms. What’s your name?

      That is the name by which I am known.

      Then please, Master Dom, would you untie me? Silver tried a polite appeal this time through clenched teeth.

      Not yet. I want you tell me why you feel the need to be whipped and flogged to the edge of endurance.

      I ... you can’t hold me here against my will, nor can you make me tell you anything.

      No, I guess I can’t, but know this, Silver. From now on, I’ll be the only dom with whom you’ll be able to scene.

      Her head snapped around. The glare that flashed through the black lace at him was enough to immolate him on the spot.

      No. It’s my choice with whom I scene.

      Yes. That’s true. But I’m your only choice now. Remember that before you set foot in here again.

      You ... you’re a fucking bastard! Silver hissed at the black mask that covered his face. How she would love to know what he looked like. If only so that she could run him over if she saw him in town. However, she wondered briefly, if she would be able to remember anything at all about him the next morning with the thudding ache of corporeal pain that clouded her mind.

      I’ve heard this numerous times before.

      Since you’ve made it clear my scene is over, I wish to leave. Please untie me, Master Dom.

      Colt watched her for several moments. He knew she wasn’t going to relent. With a sigh, he reached for the bindings and quickly untied her. An involuntary gasp escaped through her lips as the welts stung deeply into her back when she rose from the bed. She ignored the angry expression on Colt’s face as she made her way toward the sofa to fetch her clothes.

      Stay. I’ll get them, he said in a low growl, stopping her in her tracks. She retracted her steps and lowered herself slowly back on the bed, careful not to twist too much and cause herself more discomfort.

      Through a haze of pain she resisted at first but eventually relented and allowed him to assist her to dress. She was too angry to be embarrassed. Not that it mattered. It was clear that he was unmoved by her nakedness.

      Colt escorted her to the outer door. With a nod in his direction, she turned to go, but a hand on her elbow stayed her.

      Remember what I said, Lady Silver. The next time you arrive here it will be with the knowledge that I’m the only one that will scene with you.

      She nodded then turned away, only to be stopped once more as his guttural voice continued, And it will be under my rules and my conditions.

      That’s not ...

      His final reminder effectively disabused her of any thought of further insubordination and left her with no other choice but to turn and walk away. Colt stood and watched until she disappeared around the corner of the public restaurant, Flamingo’s Inn, wondering if he would see her again.

      A deep frown etched his brow as he walked back into the club, pondering the complex woman that had just left. There was a demon inhabiting her soul - consuming her. On a guess, he thought it was guilt.

      He had every intention of finding out exactly what haunted her.

      ​Chapter Two

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      Now, remember, little darlin’, this is a very important meeting. If we manage to sign a contract with Colt Fargo, it will set us up for sure.

      Ceejay nodded her head, distracted slightly as she maneuvered the heavy truck around the bend toward the impressive farmhouse visible through the line of trees.

      Why is that, Uncle Will? She asked the dutiful question she was sure he was waiting to hear.

      Because if we can sign with him, all the farmers in the area will follow.

      Come now, don’t be bashful. I’m sure you already have the majority of the farmers in the area on the books. What are you going to propose, Uncle? Only crop dusting?

      William Powell shook his head. He looked at his niece as if she had grown horns. She nearly chuckled at his indignation and waited for him to wave his finger at her, too.

      Didn’t you notice all the crops we’ve been travelling through the past couple of miles, darlin’?

      We’re in the country, Uncle William. It’s all farmland.

      "Gmph, be that as it may. The past couple of miles we’ve been on Fargo land. It’s one of the largest farms in the

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