His Devil's Wish (Club Devil's Cove Book 3)

by Linzi Basset

  Ethan pulled back and wiped the tears off Jaxon’s cheek. He stared at the boy on the verge of manhood, his heart overwhelmed with relief.

  “I’ve missed you, Jaxon, every fucking day of the past seven years.”

  “And I you, Dad. I prayed every day for a miracle. I couldn’t believe when I woke up and saw you in my room. At first I thought I was dreaming but then you spoke . . . your voice sounded like a song from the heavens. I’m home, Dad,” he said through his tears.

  “Yes, my son. You’re home; with me, where you belong. Finally.”

  * * * * * * * *

  Tingeling! Tingeling! Tingeling!

  The sound of a tea bell echoed faintly from upstairs.

  “There we go again,” Paige muttered under her breath as she threw the fruit peels into the garbage disposal.

  Jaxon chuckled but continued to wolf down the bowl of fresh fruit Paige had just handed him, which he’d promptly covered with whipped cream and cinnamon sugar. He’d ignored her when she almost had a stroke at his food choices. Paige was amazed at the amount of food he consumed. He was always hungry and she’d jokingly told him he was as bad as the silkworms she and her brother used to have when they were little.

  “You have a brother? Does he live close by or is he in South Africa?” He suddenly asked out of the blue.

  Paige smiled gently. “He’s not close at this very moment but he does live a couple of miles from here,” she explained as she wiped the counter clean. “You actually know him.”

  A question mark formed between his eyebrows. “Me? I don’t know any people in this country anymore, apart from all my godfathers,” he said with a broad smile. He loved that all his father’s friends were his family too.

  “His name is Sean, but I believe you know him as Stephen Brown.”

  Jaxon gaped at her. “The prince’s horse trainer? He’s your brother?”

  “Ehm, actually he’s not a horse trainer. Apparently he works for the government. He only went there to uncover some illegal activities linked to the US.”

  “I like Steven, or Sean. He helped me train and listened when I needed someone to talk to. I hope he got what he was looking for. Khalid is a fucking . . . sorry, Paige,” Jazon apologized at her reproaching glance. “He’s crazy and cruel. He even tried to make me believe he’d killed my dad. But I knew he was lying. I would’ve known if he was dead.”

  The furious clang of the little bell sounded again. It was clearer this time, which made Paige wonder if Ethan was standing in the open doorway of his bedroom to ring it for attention.

  “Aren’t you going to see what he wants?” Jaxon asked around a mouthful of fruit.

  “You gave him the bell. You go. I’ve done more than my share already this weekend,” she muttered irritably.

  “Hm, I suspect that however much we love each other, it’s not me that he’s looking for.”

  “Well, tough. One can’t always snap their fingers and expect someone to come pirouetting into the room.”

  Jaxon burst out laughing at the vision that brought to mind.

  “It’s not funny, young man. I’m on the verge of wringing your father’s neck.”

  The bell pealed again followed by a voice that bellowed down the staircase. “Paige!”

  “See? I told you he wasn’t looking for me.”

  “Well, it’s either you or he’s going to keep shouting until he’s blue in the face. I’m not setting another foot in that room today. And you can tell him that.”

  Jaxon eyed her with amusement. He looked so much like Ethan that Paige gaped at him. “Does it have something to do with the threat that he was going to . . . how did he word it again? Ehm, oh yes, heat up your bottom the next time you say no to him?”

  “Jaxon Brodie!” Paige sputtered, her cheeks turned beetroot from mortification. “That does it. You can tell your father that if he wants to see me, he can get his lazy ass out of that bed and come and find me. I’m done running around for him. I’m positive that he’s been pretending to be incapacitated for the past two days! His body is too strong to be this weak even after a week of rest. I’ve had it. And you can stop laughing, young man, or you can make your own dinner tonight!”

  “That’s not fair, Paige. You can’t punish me because of what my dad does,’ he protested loudly amidst another furious tingling of the bell that was now ringing nonstop.

  “Oh, for heaven's sake,” Paige snapped. She threw down the dish towel on the counter and marched up the stairs, muttering all the way. “Today is the day I’m going to lose it with that man. I’m not his goddamned Florence Nightingale! And I told you to stop laughing, Jaxon Brodie,” she shouted over her shoulder when she heard him still snickering.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he responded, still chuckling. He was elated at the chemistry that was between the two adults. His father deserved to be happy and have someone in his life who loved him. He liked Paige and her fiery nature was more than a challenge for his Dominant father. Over the years he’d come to learn the difference between the compelling man his father was versus the cruelty and abuse of Prince Khalid.

  He shifted on the high stool where he was sitting at the breakfast nook. It still felt unreal that he was finally back home. It was time to forget about Saudi Arabia. For now, he and his father had a lot of lost time to make up for. Not to mention his desire to follow in his father’s footsteps as a Neurosurgeon.

  “Yep, first things first, Jaxon, old boy,” he muttered to himself while he sprinkled more cinnamon sugar on the delicious fruit salad.

  * * * * * * * *

  Paige stormed into Ethan’s room, expecting to find him lounging in bed with his usual demands. He wasn’t there. She looked behind the door and smirked at herself.

  Really, Paige? A brawny man like Ethan Brodie would hide behind a door?

  She stepped deeper into the room, glancing around warily like she expected him to jump up from behind a chair and yell, ‘surprise!’

  “Ethan? Where are you?”

  The soft sound of running water drew her attention. She carefully made her way toward the bathroom and peeped around the open door.

  Oh my. Just look at that.

  Paige was entranced by the view of the perfectly sculpted curve of Ethan’s ass and broad back, where he stood in the open shower. She didn’t realize how funny she looked hunched over, peeking around. She was stunned and mesmerized by his delicious body. No other man she’d known compared even closely. Michelangelo’s David was a limp noodle in comparison to him. He was drool-worthy. His muscled chest glowed with healthy sun-kissed skin. It made her want to lick all that inviting warmth. His chiseled six-pack rippled with every breath. His biceps were massive and his triceps looked like velvet covered steel.

  God, I can just gorge on those tight buns.

  She licked her lips, drooling at the amount of magnificent flesh bared for her. There was a hollowness in her stomach that always spiked when she was in Ethan’s presence. It tightened her loins as she remembered the strong flex of his hips when he’d fucked her at the club. Her fingers itched to trace the contours of his muscled arms. Her mind latched onto a vision of their wild copulation and she only realized Ethan had turned around, when she felt her pussy heat up with wanton expectation of what she was staring at. His cock jutted out and up in a proud arch, while his palm stroked it up and down in an easy glide; to the tip and back to the base of his shaft.

  “Playing peeping Tom, Paige?” Ethan’s lazy drawl drew her eyes to his face. He was staring at her with a grin on his gorgeous face. She finally realized what she must look like bent over and peeking around the door frame.

  She straightened and pressed her back against the wall, heaving in deep breaths that her lungs desperately needed.

  “Ahh, fuck,” Ethan’s painful cry had barely echoed through the room when Paige was in front of the shower.

  “What’s wrong?” She queried with a worried look, double checking his wound. “Ooh, Ethan! No,” she cried when his hand folded ar
ound her arm and yanked her under the spray of water and against his chest.

  “It took you long enough to get in here, Paige. I could’ve been lying in a pool of blood or been on the verge of death by now,” he berated her with a straight face.

  “Pfft, just as I suspected. You’ve been pretending for the past two days.” She struggled but it was fruitless as he easily pinned her against the tiled surface of the shower. “Lemme go,” she demanded in a breathless puff.

  “Afraid I can’t do that, my sweet,” he murmured as he placed a row of nibbling kisses along her jaw line.

  “Wh-why not,” she exhaled, her arousal climbing.

  “Because my . . . er . . . tool, needs a proper cleansing.”

  No! Behave, ladies. Don’t give him any further ideas, she thought as her perky nipples tightened and pushed eagerly against his hard chest. His deep voice was an aphrodisiac on its own and loosened a flush of amorous need inside her loins.

  The grin on his mouth told her that he’d felt her body’s reaction. He leaned back to gaze at the taut nubs.

  “Ahh, now that’s the kind of welcome a man appreciates.”

  Ignoring her feeble struggles, he ripped the wet, thin cotton sundress from her body and flung it on the bathroom floor. She was still reeling from the unexpected assault when her satin panties followed the same route.

  “Oh, you dirty old . . . old man,” she blurted out, incapable of thinking as her body flushed with demands of its own, when he brushed his fingers over her nipples.

  Another quirky smile curved around his lips, followed by a deep, velvety laugh that flowed through her veins—all the way to the tips of her toes.

  “Come now, my sweet. Is that the best insult that you can come up with?” He taunted her while he leaned closer to hungrily suck a nipple deep into his mouth. Her hands curved around his neck as she arched into his caress. The low moan that escaped her lips sounded like a carnal demand.

  “You’ve been deceiving me,” she quipped as she made a frail attempt to push him back.

  “Me? Deceive you?” She felt him smile against her skin as he clamped his lips around a taut nub and pulled on it harder.

  “Hmm, yesss,” she whimpered, followed by a gasp when he used his good thigh to push her legs wide apart.

  “Now, my little rosebud, how about performing your nursing duties?”

  Her breathing quickened as he teased between her labia with the tips of his fingers.

  “Hm, already well prepared for the procedure, I see,” he said. “So hot and dripping wet.”

  “What procedure,” Paige puffed. She was incapable of forming one coherent thought, let alone keep track of what he was alluding to.

  “Of cleansing my . . . er, tool of course,” he chuckled when her cheeks bloomed an enticing rose color. “Ah, Paige, I love how you blush. It makes me feel like I’m about to plunder an innocent young virgin.”

  “Cleansing . . . tool. What are you . . . oooh!” She cried when he pushed two fingers knuckle deep inside her pulsing channel.

  Ethan leaned back. He cracked open an eyelid and raised a brow at the same time. Paige drowned in the glowing molten gold of his warm eyes as he gazed at her in a languid repose, not bothering to hide the fact the he was half-drunk on lust, waiting for the explosion that he could sense boiling under the surface.

  “I’m not . . . hmm,” she moaned as he began to plunge in and out. “Your . . . your nurse,” she managed to say. “You can clean yourself.”

  “Oh, I intend to, my sweet. A good, deep cleansing that requires a hot, tight glove to ensure I don’t miss an inch.”

  Ethan continued to drink in her beauty. The sensual curves of her body managed to raise his testosterone level without any effort. He luxuriated in the soothing caress of the water running over his skin. The blood in his veins heated and zinged through his system as he ran his eyes over her, standing there like a sultry faerie, awaiting his fervent possession.

  His hands circled her waist to press her naked warmth against his throbbing loins. He caught her rounded buttocks in his large hands and fitted her into the hardness of his body drawing a hiss from her lips when their bodies made full contact.

  “I’m mad at you,” she gasped when he nibbled on her earlobe.

  “Are you, Paige? Somehow, I don’t think your body agrees with you,” he murmured into her ear. Chills ran down her spine when he gently pushed the tip of his tongue into the small opening and then traced the scallop of her ear.

  His hands closed around her buttocks once more to lift her higher. He cut off the water and carried her to the bed.

  “Ethan, we’re going to soak the sheets,” Paige protested as he settled between her legs.

  “It’ll dry.”

  He guided her legs around his waist at the same time as he spread her labia with the tip of his throbbing cock.

  “You’re always so hot, my sweet. I go insane for your heady and spicy bouquet.” He nipped the skin at the base of her throat sharply, drawing a surprised cry from her. “It’s awakens a beast inside me and he’s always hungry. Are you ready for me, love? I need to . . . ah, I see that you are,” he teased while he gently fingered her. “Yes, Paige, just like that. Show me what you want from me,” he growled when she moaned and orbited her hips against his, basking in his tactile caresses.

  “Stop teasing me, Ethan,” she rasped in a husky voice. “Give me more,” she demanded.

  Ethan’s desire spiked at the command. He responded with hot, wet lashes of his tongue along her jaw and down the side of her neck to trace the roundness of her breasts.

  “Oh, yesss,” she cried and nearly swooned when he pulled a nipple into his mouth. He began to suck greedily.

  Paige’s body pulsed and heat flowed through her veins. She arched her head into the pillow as the deep tugs on her breasts increased her passion. She moaned in ecstasy, quivering as she became overwhelmed by the sensations that flooded her mind.

  Ethan clamped his hands around her hips.

  “Keep still, my pet,” he growled. He positioned his cock at her entrance. The golden color of his irises glinted like jewels when their eyes met. He pushed his length inside her with slow deliberation, watching as her breathing transpierced the silence of the room. He drove deeper, to the hilt. His deep voice was filled with warmth when he breathed against her cheek, “A perfect fit. You were made for me. You, Paige Scott, belong to me.”

  Paige was enraptured by the look in his eyes and the desire that was evident on his face. His cock throbbed deep inside her pussy, which pulsed with erratic urgency around his shaft.

  “Ethan . . . please,” she whimpered. He was driving her crazy with slow easy plunges. Her body responded to his silent demand to yield to him. Not just her body, but her heart and soul.

  I belong to him. I have for a very long time.

  The words swirled inside her mind unconsciously and continued to thread all the way to her heart. Her eyes widened at the feeling of wonder filling her within. Ethan’s power over her was all consuming and she thrived on it. She wanted to feel his strength—all of his strength. It intoxicated her and distorted her mind. She was lost in the act of self-peonage, secretly electrified and liberated by the cogency with which it filled her.

  He’s mine!

  “Yes, Ethan,” she crowed. “I belong to you.”

  He grunted and inhaled her fresh scent that drifted up to his nose. His gaze scorched hers as he continued to rock into her with the same slow, deep thrusts that made her body cry for more. Only now, she was caught in his euphoric web and apart from her husky moans that filled the room, she couldn’t utter a word.

  It was a new experience to look into his eyes while he pinned her to the bed, with his cock deep inside her, making love to her not only with his body but with his heated gaze too. It was magical, watching the emotions swirl in the depths of his gaze; something she’d been dreaming up for years.

  He continued his possession of her mind and body. He pounded into her,
his hips slapping against hers as he plundered her convulsing depths and took her closer to the edge.

  “I can’t get enough of you, Paige. You feel so good. Like you’re mine; like you’ve always been mine,” he groaned as he pressed his face into curve of her throat. He ground his hips against hers and thrust his cock with quick, sharp jabs, their hips dancing together in a wild, lustful copulation.

  Paige strained against him, engulfed in ripples of concupiscence that rocked her into surrender.

  Ethan felt the shuddering start deep inside her core and he increased his pace, tilting her hips upward to drive his cock against the spot that made her breath catch.

  “Ethan,” she wailed, scrunching her eyes shut as the coil inside her snapped. She battled to find her breath when he pulled out, turned her around and thrust back inside—lifting her knees clear off the bed with the power of his strokes, his hips slapping against her ass.

  “Oh, fuck!” She screamed as another climax threatened to rip her apart.

  “Yes, Paige. Never forget this moment. Now, you are mine,” he growled into her ear. His cock surged with charged pulses of blood, swelling bigger inside her. He started to pound uncontrollably and without his usual finesse as he lost the last vestige of control he’d been holding onto.

  Paige was on the verge of combusting. She’d never felt this vulnerable and overwhelmed by a combined surge of sensations and emotions. She almost forgot to breathe—her mind was in total disarray, unable to unscramble the sensations that flooded her. Ethan’s cock rampaged with wanton ownership inside her pussy. It overloaded her senses. Her scream echoed around them, followed by his primeval roar as they succumb to the combined demands of their bodies.

  Paige slumped forward, clawing at the sheets as she felt the force of Ethan ejaculating inside her, pumping with quick, hard jabs until he was completely spent.