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Serenity's Key
by Charlotte E Hart
VDB Trilogy Book Three
a White Trilogy spinoff series
Everything changes in life, and Pascal Van Der Braack knows that.

He knows the constant conundrum that taints and twists the rules. He’s usually the one who twirls them, effortlessly. But what he doesn’t know is how his last threads of sanity will weather this current storm brewing.

Lilah has lied.
Alexander has lied.
And Jon Innsbrucker has stolen his daughter.

All his hopes now lie with the woman who cheated him of love, a man who won’t tell him the damned truth while he smiles out his amusement, and his own sense of harbored self-reliance.

Games and manipulations — the highest order of any day’s pleasure, but not this time. This time war has begun and the clock is ticking down a death watch over his precious moments. Safety is key, and it begins the journey that takes him to a place he considers sanctuary. Rome.

Where will they all be at the end of the day? And who will love whom in this eternal quest for peace?

Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense
Content/Theme(s): BDSM, Ménage, M/F/M, M/M/F, Gay, GLBT, Erotic
Release Date: December 16, 2016
Publisher: Indie

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Serenity's Key Excerpt:
Moronic child. Not that 21 was truly a child but the boy acted as one.

He huffed and swung himself back out of the kitchen area to head back into the lounge, hearing footsteps following. Thankfully, the boy was beginning to understand his new place in society, which was well above where it once was. “There is a brown three piece in my closet. Put it on, and shine your shoes. They are most distressed. Berlin will not see me falter because of your incapacity. You are my second. Behave as such.” It was bad enough that the inbreeds might believe him lowered in status because of Alexander. He would not have himself tarnished yet more by upstarts who did not know the correct way to dress. That reminded him to send the boy to Packshiltz while they were there if they had any time. At the very least, the boy would be fully tailored before either of them were killed. “And call Herman Packshiltz for the measuring of your scrawny ass.”

“Yes, Omm.”

Hmm.

He pulled in long breaths and headed into his suite, where he could at least refresh himself and find some order in the chaos before beginning his hunting expedition. He had to find Lilah. Nothing had come through on email, no calls either. He stabbed at his phone again, sending out several sharp emails and messages to various people regarding their findings, then began stripping himself of a two day old suit, which would have been jettisoned instantly but for the sweet smell of Lilah lingering on it. He held the shirt to his face, breathing her in as a newborn would its first breath. Her perfume mingled with the other spice-ridden scent—Alexander. Even in a hospital, the man managed to hold on to his overriding notes of sandalwood and cinnamon. The mixture of the two was near debilitating as it ebbed its way through his innards, reminding him of the two of them together.

He slung the thing on the floor and ripped at his trousers, flinging them to join the discarded shirt before grasping hold of his cock for relief as he moved into the bathroom.

The shower spray reminded him of Lilah scalding her sins from her body, so he ramped the lever up to match her sensations, and then turned it yet more. The pelting of the scorching water caused him to moan in torment, bracing his hand on the wall for balance. Tension flooded him with the very first pull on himself, which immediately caused his balls to rise. He pulled again, slowly, exposing the head of his cock to the burning water and letting it linger. Pain assaulted him instantly, not only from the water but from the need to empty himself. Just the thought of them together in their sordid way had him nearly exploding. He tugged again, more vigorously this time, shoving the skin back and forth to create bliss as the scalding rain kept coming. He was assaulted by visions of his beloved’s hands holding him viciously on his knees, her lips caressing him as he fucked her that morning. Her mouth around his cock, her slender fingers linked with his. His beloved’s eyes, that scowl of his when he was displeased. And his lips, too. Those never ending fucking lips of his. Licking themselves at him and holding themselves back from just taking what he wanted. When would he fucking take it? The damned man needed pushing to get on with it. He longed to feel Alexander buried inside him, longed for that finalization. There would be nothing after that. Just the two of them, fucking, often. Without Elizabeth or Lilah.

On and on he drove his hand, grasping tighter to increase the pressure, causing that bite of pain he needed to finish himself off. He tried to dismiss her eyes, tried to let Alexander alone consume him, but it was pointless. She was still there. He could hear her voice. ‘Fuck me like you mean it.’

He would have fucked her in every damn hole she had. Brutally. He’d have loved her, adored her, made love to her, given her the fucking world had she not fucked Alexander, too. He would even have given her that in time, shared her when they were consummated more succinctly.

Slut.

The water sluiced around his face, feeding him with hot tears of destruction as he finally felt his morbid expulsion race through him to exit. He quickened his pace again, feeling his legs burning with the struggle to remain upright as he yanked ferociously, flicking and grunting with the effort as he leant his forehead against the tiles. Fucking man. Fucking woman. No more would he let her in, no matter how far she probed and pushed. This would be the last expulsion of her. She would not break into him again. He groaned as it shot from him and grabbed his balls, twisting them to cause more pain and letting the sentiment garner itself inside as his knees gave way beneath him. He would remember this last time, remember its effect on his body and soul. Let it cleanse him of her power over his mind. Only one would have that power over him from now on. Alexander. Just Alexander.

Silence settled around him. There was only the delicate falling of the water and his panting beneath it. The last of Lilah was gone, driven out and discarded. He would simply use her to find his daughter. No more. Why her eyes were still so prevalent within the small space was unknown. He opened his own and stared at the cream tiles, watching the water tumble down its surface through the circulating steam as he continued stroking himself. Up and down, his grip was less tense now that he’d rid himself of the inevitable. He massaged his cock again, letting the water rinse away any last trace of his come, making certain every last drop was tossed down into the drains, where it belonged, along with his soul.

“Omm?” His head spun round, and he glared at the door to the bathroom. Thankfully, the boy had not dared encroach on the marble area. He closed his eyes at the intrusion, sighing as he raised himself to his feet and turned the shower down to a more palatable level. Hopefully, if he ignored the boy he would disappear and just give him five minutes to think. Alone. “Omm, I cannot find the suit.” He rolled his eyes and finished his quest to cleanse, then switched the shower off and grasped a towel to wrap around his waist. Some levels of decency were required around family. Thomas’ eyes widened somewhat as he walked out into the suite, enough so that he looked down at himself to see why.

“Is there an issue I should be aware of?” he asked, scanning his frame and finding nothing unusual.

“No, it’s just... You’re fitter than I thought. And what are those scars?”

“None of your business,” he grumbled, crossing to find the suit for the boy, also pulling another of his most regal outfits out.

“How do you stay so fit? Most men your age are–” the boy began. Pascal turned sharply and raised a brow. Age was not to be discussed under any circumstance. It was enough to halt the boy’s mouth in its tracks.

“I fuck, Thomas. There is much fucking. Strenuously so.”

“Oh.” Oh, indeed. Fucking child.
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And the story that started it all:

Seeing White
by Charlotte E Hart
White Trilogy Book One
Alexander White, the wealthy businessman with looks to die for. Just like the other colors 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…whatever the hell that might be.

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

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 than his own head might allow.

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.

Genre: Dark Romantic Suspense
Content/Theme(s): BDSM, Thriller, Erotic
Release Date: December 1, 2014
Publisher: Indie

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Scene setup: His study, Rome Apartment. Both wrists bound and attached, via a choker, to the wall while perched on a sliding staircase.

Push and pull, a lesson in control.

“I didn’t say you could enjoy yourself, Elizabeth,” he says as he watches me, all emotion now having left his face. “I will not tolerate manipulation from you, and if I have to tell you one more time to lower your fucking head, I will strap it down.”

His voice is angry, resentful even, and as I try desperately to swallow the fear that’s starting to claw its way up my spine he just stares at me. His face is still cold, those eyes very nearly black and unwavering in his reprimand as I nervously gaze back at them and begin to realise the severity of my situation. I’m hung up for him and on display with no ability to run, or hide. He put me here and I let him, but where has my Alex gone? This isn’t a man I know or trust. Was one small gesture of defiance enough to send him over the edge of reason? This is supposed to be fun, isn’t it?

From somewhere deep inside me, I pull up enough courage to try and find him again.

“Alex, you’re scaring me a little here,” I say quietly, flicking my gaze at the floor.

“There’s no need to be scared, Elizabeth. You’re just learning a valuable lesson, and regardless of what you think you feel or need, you do want this. You’ll have to trust me,” he says smoothly as he moves closer. “Do you want me to stop? Tell me you want me to stop,” he continues, now turning the whip upside down and slowly pushing the handle inside me.

I cry out as he holds it perfectly still. Do I want him to stop? My body definitely doesn’t, said inner slut is screaming for him to keep going. My mouth parts but nothing comes out, there is only confusion and a strange sense of need engulfing my mind.

“Tell me to stop, tell me you don’t want this,” he says again, as he begins to circle it around. The feeling is exquisite and incredibly intense. I hadn’t realised how close my orgasm was, but the delicious sparks igniting every nerve ending again remind me of my impending bliss. I instantly feel my legs buckling a little as the step moves slowly to the left with my weight, stretching my right arm painfully. Oh God, please. The choker tightens against the wall at the same moment so I tip my head backwards to try to regain my balance before it strangles me. My thighs shake in desperation as I pull the steps back towards the middle, all the time with the whip still circling; now pushing in and out too in a steady, unrelenting rhythm.

“You will not come until you are told,” he says firmly as he moves his head to my groin.

One long swipe of his tongue against my sensitive clit and I’m losing it. My calves feel it first, hotly pursued by the rest of me. Trying to hold myself together is agony, and as my thighs begin shaking again the step starts shifting sideways. The force on my wrists feels like torture and bliss rolled together, and the constant pull on my throat satisfies that new unyielding need to feel controlled somehow. No matter how much I try to fight it, the pressure that is wrapping around my body is beautiful, exquisite even. And he keeps forcing the whip and circling his tongue, his teeth finding my nub with vicious bites of pain while I shudder and moan above him in anticipation. I’m so close, so very close now. The apparent fear of earlier seems to have gone and has been replaced with arousal flooding every sense, pushing me closer to that finish line with every thrust of the whip. I know there’s no stopping what’s coming as my core begins to contract inside me, clenching violently and filling me with euphoric feelings of oncoming pleasure as it chases its way through my stomach.
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