Dance To The Distortion Novels & Stories

“You heard the man. Dance with your woman.” ‘holy shit!!’ I’d forced the stranger to dance with me. I cringed at the memory and shook my head to stop myself from thinking about that night, but the more I tried, the more new memories flashed in my mind. “You’re… something else,” he muttered, low, almost strangled by the music and the heat between us as I danced brushing my ass against his groin every now while he kept his arm wrapped tightly around my waist to keep me from falling or tripping onto the dance floor.

She could hear laughter on the other side—bright and light and full of joy. "I can give her that," she said. "I can give her the dance. But I can't promise she won't see through me." "She won't." Dante opened the door. "Because you're going to be the best dance instructor she has ever had. And for one month, you're going to pretend you're just a woman who loves to dance." He stepped aside, and Zara walked through the door. --- Amara Nwosu was even more beautiful than her photograph.

I didn't expect him to say that at all. "How?" My voice suddenly became small. Valentin smiled deviously and I knew immediately that I had entered a tiny pickle. "You will dance for me, my personal dancer." He said, his deep voice lingering with amusement and and bit of anticipation. "Your mate and your dancer?" I asked and scoffed shaking my head in disbelief. "It's like dancing for the devil." "Whatever you say noisemaker," Valentin chuckled deeply. His chuckle made my heart skip several beats and I almost winced in pain.

Shawn waves me so I excuse myself leaving them three and move towards Shawn. "Will you dance with me ,wife?" Shawn asks and winks. I nod and take his hand as we make our way to the dance floor. It's a pop song so we do our best impressions of some rock and roll dance moves that we can . Doing a twist ,my Foot slips and I fall onto shawn ,the latter also loses his balance so we end up on the floor. I look at his eyes which are glistening with mischief and end up laughing ,his laugh follows next . We both laugh and I think about how his breath smells like whiskey and smoke. Justin helps me up and harry helps shawn . Shawn thanks him but harry just brushes it off. I have been noticing that th

that terrifying scene. “Excuse me” I call on the bartender. “Yes” “Serve me your strongest drink here” “Ok, give me a minute” he leaves. I look around, the people here are happy. They are drinking and dancing with no care of what’s happening around them, I want to get that feeling tonight…. I gulp down the last bottle and throws it on the floor. Just then *can’t stop the feeling* by Justin Timberlake pop up. I jump up from my chair and rubs to the dance floor, I don’t know if it’s the alcohol working, but I start dancing, swaying my hips to the beat of the music.

The orchestra was maybe hired from the down town something for all their tunes were rustic and popping . There was no way any noble could dance to their rhythm without giving up their pride that was instilled in their bones from birth . " Come on , my lady . Dance with me " said Rogue twirling her around as he bobbed along the jerky rhythm and finally she did . She danced letting the rhythm take control of her body , she raised her hands and jumped around like crazy , she didn't danced neither did she liked it when someone watched her dance but Rogue didn't judge her for her stupidly crazy moves, he grabbed her waist , swirled her around going crazy along with her .

Dimitri “That I am,” I said, taking in the wanton glow in her cheeks. “I’m more than happy to service one of the Lanstovs,” Rachel purred, pushing my knees apart gently. Her acrylic nails glided across my thighs as she tucked herself in between them and turned herself around. The music moved all around me as Rachel started dancing, swaying her hips. My eyes remained on the curve of her ass, contemplating if she would be worth taking to the back. I felt like taking my frustration out on something, and it might as well go toward a release.

First, it was the loss of the package, then it's been a main suspect in a man's death, not just any man, a member of the Wolfe family, and now I have to dance in front of the dead man and his lunatic stepbrother. Squaring my shoulders and refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me scared, I moved over to the music player to play a tune, then downed the whole alcohol from Marcus’ bottle. I am glad the bottle wasn't destroyed during our scrabble. I moved my body deftly to the sound of the music, allowing it to control my movements. I twirled to the sounds from the music as it was a tune I was familiar with. In no time, the alcohol seems to wash over my body. I have always been a light

His power over her was terrifying, and she didn't know how much more she could endure. As night fell, she lay on the bed, her mind replaying the events of the day. The shattered photo, Dante's fury, his unsettling demand—it all haunted her. She couldn’t shake the image of the beaten man from her mind, his eyes filled with a silent plea. She needed to stay strong, to find a way out of this nightmare. But the more she learned about Dante, the more dangerous he seemed. She couldn’t trust anyone here, not even the maids. She was alone, trapped in a house full of shadows and secrets.

Blonde messy hair and build like a house. “Can I get a dance?” “Of course come,” I purred at him walking towards the private booths. Nothing had changed for me work wise while with Dimitri if anything I found it a little boring. To mix it up I did like to close my eyes as I gave a dance and picture him. Mouth slightly open them eyes staring into my soul. The man sat down as I closed the door. His own eyes were strong and I could tell he was massively turned on. The music cut in and I did my thing. Getting lower and closer to him as I undid my bra. He murmured something I didn’t hear and grabbed my knickers. I immediately stopped.