The End

by Charlotte E Hart

“Any of you.”

  My feet pick up speed, the need to get to the water becoming a necessity I didn’t know before her. It begs me to come now, but not for death, for life. It begs me to put her in so I can drown with her and listen to her moans, lose us in there so we can live. We’ll fuck in there until we’re done, and then we’ll fuck again and watch the sunrise come, finding warmth in the sun for once.

  She kisses me softly again, her hands wrapping around and caressing the back of my neck.

  “Tell me you love me.”

  “No.”

  “Why.”

  “You’ve been a brat.” She giggles and holds tighter, the sound of her ebbing into me at the same speed as my heart beats for the one she’s got against me. “Brats don’t deserve love.” She snorts and wiggles against me, lowering herself slightly to arch against my jeans.

  “This brat deserves everything you’ve got, Blaine. She’s giving you her life.”

  That she is.

  My feet slip into the cool water, and I lower her immediately, enjoying the yelp that comes from her as she hits the temperature.

  “Fuck, that’s cold.”

  There’s nothing but cold and dark, just the way I fucking like it, the water swelling around us as the moon dances above. It’s as we are, a dark and dangerous endeavour, still warning of things to come and trials to be endured. But the stars are coming out as she turns in my hold, her body clambering onto me as I wade deeper and let the current take her weight. They’re coming and lighting up our sky again, giving me my path back to her. I still don’t deserve it, but I’m taking it. We’ll cling onto her until there’s nothing left to cling onto.

  “You’ll remember your vow, won’t you?”

  I don’t answer, I just push deeper again, my hand reaching for her neck to tilt her over onto her back. She floats there, her body undulating within our waves, hair cascading out behind her as I twist myself between her legs and wrench at her skirt. And the house just lingers there in the background, the deck lit up as I stare passed her towards it. A home. Our home. Beaches and fucking dreams. Promises of insanity, smoothed with some fucking emotion called love. But I do know it now. Because of her we feel it in our souls, somehow making it a part of the confused three, linking it there to defend the adored and cherished. Preserve it.

  “You give me your hope and I’ll protect it, little dove.”

  She sighs at that, her arms spaying out at her sides. I hear it even over these waves coming, the tone of it rooting into my heart like a morning chorus of starlings. It makes me pull her to my mouth, feasting on salty waves and the equally salty tang of arousal. She groans and bucks in my hold, her legs scrambling for purchase around my neck, hands still outstretched as I devour the sense of missing I’ve felt without her. I’m licking my own wounds. Reaffirming my love for her and gauging out our future. Life is here. It’s in this sea I’ve known so long. Our life. It will ravage holes and roughen itself, finding it’s equilibrium as time passes for us. She will bear me and I will love her for it, shielding her from reality’s grasp until we’re ready for the real world again. She’ll pull me back to that. I know she will, but for now we’ll stay here and endure ourselves. Her weathering me. Me allowing her to guide me back together piece by piece, or rip me further apart. Find my three and give them credence. Perhaps that’s the truth of it all. Perhaps we need to evolve further before we merge, becoming a new man as we do. Who the fuck knows. I don’t.

  Either way, she’ll be the one that finds me eventually. She’ll be the one that settles me into coherency, tolerating my three and opening their paths. I’m bound to protect whatever she chooses now, ready to lay my life down should she see that as the only route forward for sadists like me. I’m taking my chance whatever the consequence, because I’m nothing without her to guide us onwards. My life is owned by her.

  THE END

  Acknowledgments

  The journey of these two books has been a revelation to me, showing me a world outside my first 6 books. It’s been soul quenching to dive into new characters and enjoy their torment, hopefully producing another new life for you to read your way through. Stories are now my world, giving me a chance to channel thoughts and images into yours.

  As always, my only intention is to provoke thought and help you see something you’ve not seen before. If I’ve done that, I’ve succeeded in my goal.

  I’d like to send out love and thanks to:

  My PA - Leanne Cook, without whom I wouldn’t survive this booky world. She’s the calm in my storm. Mostly.

  My beta Readers – Jodie Scott and Katie Matthews. You helped no end. Even if you did make me swear and spit. Yes, Slavey, you also helped with the swearing and will continue to do so, I’m sure.

  My Editor – Heather at Heathers Red Pen Editing.

  As usual, love you. Thanks for everything. You’re still a star.

  My other half – Who is my world and gives me this chance. You don’t know how much you mean to me or my words. I love you.

  Bloggers – You’re stunning. All of you. To offer the support you do for no other reason than the love of books, well, I’ve no words for how awesome that makes you.

  And, of course, all of my readers.

  You all amaze me with your kind words and encouragement. There will always be a story in me ready to come out, but it’s you lovely readers that help me believe the words are worth reading.

  I can only hope that I continue to provoke thought with every novel and encourage your minds to search horizons new.

  Also Available by the Author at Amazon

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  The White Trilogy – Nominated for best BDSM Series of the Year

  Seeing White (Book 1) - This book is Free on all platforms. Start the journey at your leisure.

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  “OMG. Amazing writer, amazing books. Deliciously dark and …”

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  Alexander White, the wealthy business man with looks to die for. Just like the other colours you’d think.......but no.

  He came from a very different place and made some of his money a very different way.

  And he keeps it well hidden because the truth would destroy everything he has. All that he’s worked for would be gone in an instant if they ever found out what he’s capable of, or what he really did and who he did it for. So he keeps people far away with metaphorical games and walls to deceive and confuse.

  He doesn’t do relationships, he doesn’t do emotions and he certainly doesn’t do love.

  He does money. Making it, manipulating it and spending it whist he plays with women who know what they’re signing up for.

  Three people shaped who he is today. One damaged him beyond repair, another taught him to control the rage, and a decent one helps him to consider his options more appropriately.

  But be under no illusions ladies, Mr White has not been a nice man, and he will probably never be a decent man, but as long as he keeps up his image, and nothing gets through his barriers, no one will ever see the truth.

  Life’s good for Elizabeth Scott, successful business, happy kitchen and a great sister who deals with all the expensive people so she doesn’t have to. She just cooks, bakes and smiles her way through each day......well most of the time, anyway, that is when her great sister isn’t pushing her to, “get out there a bit more,” or “sort her shit out.”

  Then the biggest contract of their lives comes up..... And the ever useless London tube, with her sister in it, catastrophically breaks down. Unfortunately, that means only one thing. She’ll have to deal with some of that wealth herself, and that means the devastating Mr Alexander White in all his glory.

  Life suddenly couldn’t get worse, regardless of his unfairly gorgeous backside.

  She has no idea what the hell she’s doing.

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  This book is followed by:

  Feeling White (Book 2)

  Absorbing White (Book 3)

  The V
DB Trilogy

  (Best read after The White Trilogy)

  The VDB Trilogy begins a week after the end of The White Trilogy and is told from new POV’s. It is, in some ways, a continuation.

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  The Parlour (Book 1)

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  Above all else Pascal Van Der Braak is a gentleman. Devastatingly debonair and seductively charming. Always styled and perfected.

  He is also a cad, scoundrel, rouge and kink empire founder.

  Tutored in the highest of society, having been born of royalty only to deny it, he found his solace in a world where rules need not apply. Where he chooses to ensure rules and duty do not apply.

  Some call him Sir, others call him master, and no one would dare risk his wrath unless they required the punishment he favourably delivers. Except one, who has just strapped a collar around his throat, one he asked for. So, now he needs to appropriate his businesses correctly for peace to ensue. He needs to find the correct path forward for everyone concerned, so he can relax, enjoy, and finally hand over the responsibility to someone else.

  Simple.

  But where comfort and a safety of sorts once dwelled, there is now uncertainty, and a feeling of longing he no longer understands. A need unfulfilled. And as problems arise, and allies scheme, he finds himself searching for answers in the most unlikely of places.

  Lilah

  It’s the same every day. I’d found it odd at first, but I’m used to it now. I was so tired and weak when I got here that it was helpful really. That small woman comes in to help me wash and get dressed. I don’t know where the clothes come from, but they’re nice enough, and at least they’re clean and dry. Not like the rags I arrived in. They were taken from me the moment I took them off to get into the shower, the first shower I’d had in god knows how long. Nearly a year I’d been running the streets, a year without a real bed or a home of any sort. There isn’t a long and awful story to tell about an abusive family member, or a broken home. I suppose I just slipped through the cracks and got lost at some point. I lost my job first, and then I couldn’t afford the bills on my apartment, so the landlord threw me out. I don’t blame him, he did the right thing by himself. And then it was just a long and never-ending road to nothingness.

  So now I’m here, wherever here is.

  And I don’t know why.

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  This book is followed by:

  Eden’s Gate (VDB 2)

  Serenity’s Key (VDB 3)