Dance With The Devil Book の小説・ストーリー

Paul handed me a glass as he returned, positioning himself at my side like he had done all night. We had gotten more than a few looks since the party started. He was acting like my bodyguard or my boyfriend, and I was almost tempted to tell him to go dance with someone else. True to his word, Paul had been harmless, never trying to push boundaries and had been more than helpful with the case. A single dance with him wouldn't kill me. "Ready?" He asked. I threw back my drink like a shot and placed my hand in his, "sure, let's dance."

Russo noticed my excitement and extended his hand. "Dance with me," he said, his voice a low, enticing murmur. I accepted his invitation, and we joined the sea of revelers, the music engulfing us. Russo moved with a grace and confidence that was as hypnotic as the music itself. His presence on the dancefloor commanded attention, and it was impossible not to feel drawn to him.

Dance with the Devil is a song by Immortal Technique that I once heard. After dancing with a rumored devil in the flesh, I don't know why I can still recall these songs. Nicholas is a peculiar and mysterious individual. When I questioned him about our relationship, he replied, "I'll show you." Shortly after, he had my legs spread wide and had his cookie all to himself while I was resting on my back. I keep wondering just what that particular moment meant. Am I just a gullible young woman who just abandoned herself to a stranger? Love is supposedly blind, but I don't believe it to be more blind than I am. If a blind man can accurately play piano notes. I ponder how I can't notice the danger r

Still, Yara didn't cry. "I see, huh?" Damian whispered between kisses, his tone low and dangerous. "You think by being this strong, you can beat me? No one can fight Damian Devatra. Not even you." Yara let out a short breath, the blood on her lips starting to flow faster, but she looked at Damian with hateful eyes. "You will not win, Damian. Hurting me like this only shows how weak you are. A real man doesn't need to torture to feel powerful."

" I replied shyly and gazed at their faces one by one. "Awww, he's so adorable for his age, look at those pouty lips, don't be shy around us, come give big bro a hug." [BANG!] "You there! Stop chattering and pay attention!" Miss Dorothy crumpled a piece of paper and threw it at Casper, there shouldn't have been a problem and the disaster could have been avoided, only that Casper caught the paper out of reflex and threw it back to her. "He's dead," I heard someone say behind us, and the look on Miss Dorothy's face couldn't be shaped out,

Book two in the series is: Submitting To The Devil - The Devils Snare - Book Two Synopsis: Fate has entwined the lives of Bianca and Niko through a reluctant, forced marriage, thrusting her into a world she never imagined. As she navigates the complexities of her new life, Bianca feels herself gradually succumbing to the enigmatic devil she is bound to call her husband. Niko, has magnetic presence and piercing gaze, possesses a rare ability to dismantle her carefully constructed defenses, awakening within her a whirlwind of emotions she never knew existed. In this tumultuous sea of conflicting feelings, Bianca is left to ponder a haunting question: what does one do when escape feels impossib

All Yours Daddy. Chapter 7. Nuella took a step from her standpoint. Her shaky legs walked her through the sides of the dancing crowd, hoping to get that one waitress who would pass by with a drink that could help quench the feeling of this burning desire. As she walked through the dancing crowd, she could feel Devine's burning gaze accessing every bit of her. Like, why won't he? His eyes were heavily rooted to her body with no intention to tear them off. They were the only ones who didn't have a partner to groove their body with, but their mind was grooving together. Even if Nuella's mind wasn't grooving, Devine knew that his own mind was yearning to groove with her as much as his clothed co

• Psychological Play & Obsession – Not your average romance; this love is dangerous, addictive, and consuming. If any of the above makes you uncomfortable, please exit now. This book was written for dark-minded adult readers who embrace forbidden fantasies and an unfiltered, primal imagination. You have been warned. Now, step inside… if you dare. THE DEVIL’S VISIT BOOK 1 Intro; Zoey is a simple housewife whose husband is never home, leaving her lonely, touch starved, and constantly craving the attention he no longer gives her. The silence inside their marriage slowly becomes an illness one that keeps her awake at night with dangerous thoughts and secret desires she’s too ashamed to admit out

Doing what she was told to, she was helping the new slave perfect technique at the earliest stations, laying the groundwork for the more advanced techniques. Devon's attention was brought back to Dominique when he heard her voice commanding R to fuck her, and do it right or else. Devon smiled as he imagined Dominique beating R for triggering his orgasm too early, R would probably not survive the beating. Dominique had once beaten a slave nearly to death for denying her orgasm. That slave had spent weeks being nursed back to health, and afterwards was more dedicated in pleasuring his master. Devon returned his attention to the files, he had a couple updates to make, and he started on them. Ca

“I do this because it seems your feet are hurting. You’re limping at the end of the dance.” Is that so? That means I didn’t end it properly. Oh. I’m really a failure. I separate my fingers and make a little gap between them. I sneak a peek. He’s smiling. “So, what do you want to do next my lady?” He asks. I giggle and move my hands away. “I’d like to rest my feet my prince.” I answer him flirtatiously. We giggle. “Okay. Stop. This is stupid. Let’s just read books while I rest my feet.”