Dance With The Devil Book Romane & Geschichten

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

I get it now. "Hey, handsome. You want to dance?" "What's your name?" "Ocean, and yours?" My blood boils at the fact my mark is a girl as I toss my drink back and slam it down on the bar top. "Call me Devil." Everything happens so fucking fast, or it's just all a blur because I'm trying to block it the fuck out, but the next thing I know, I'm sitting on a bright red fucking couch, in a private room, alone with Ocean. She starts to slowly dance as she walks toward me, keeping those blue eyes on mine, and making my fucking heart race frantically; and not in a good way, either. She's sexy as fuck, but I can't get Myla off of my mind, even as the girl straddles my lap and grinds slowly against m

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he jabbed a finger toward the book without looking at it—“simply implies the era of then, not now!” I exhaled slowly, fighting back the urge to scream with him. “It wouldn’t be called the Book of Forgotten Truth if there wasn’t some weight to its words, Devon. Think. Have you ever heard of a wolf outside of you mating with a woman—a human—and conceiving with her? Have you?” At the word conceived, his pacing faltered. Devon froze, his broad back stiff, his head lowering slightly. When he finally turned to look at me, his eyes were darker, unreadable.

She made me do a full twirl making my dress move around me and my giggle to get louder, things were going well, until Devil’s movement got worse, going down and up against my body. “You two are just trouble makers” Nikolai says finally joining us in the dancing, he took my place in the middle, dancing along with us, he could dance, he knew how to dance. He held both of us having no problem keeping with my bad movement and Devil’s sexy ones, he moved me when I didn’t know what to do, making me smile. When Devil’s move went a bit too far, he landed a slap on her bum, it just looks like a dance move but it’s actually a warning for her to stop it, I couldn’t help the giggle again, she’s gonna ha

I swallowed hard, my face burning. I grabbed my glass and downed the last drops in one gulp, the fizz burning its way down. I slammed it on the nightstand, the clink echoing in the tense silence. “What the fuck are you on about?” I snapped, yanking my chin free but not moving away. My voice was breathy, my entire body buzzing. Damian set his own drink aside, half-full. “This.” He yanked open the nightstand drawer and fished out that cursed book: The Devil’s Little Bane.

This was the real cost of the empire Sandro had built. This was the devil she had married. Yet beneath the revulsion, a twisted attraction stirred. The way he stood there, powerful and unyielding, blood on his hands because someone had dared threaten her… it unlocked a primal part of her she hated herself for acknowledging. Her body still hummed from their earlier encounters, and now this raw display of dominance only heightened the conflicting pull inside her. She was horrified. She was also, shamefully, drawn to the monster who would burn the world to keep her safe.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

he said finally, his voice low, a whisper that sent shivers down her spine, “you will learn that ownership is absolute. And the sooner you accept it… the less painful it will be.” Her hands balled into fists. Anger and fear warred within her. “this place is worse than hell” she whispered, though even she could hear the uncertainty in her own voice. He stepped back, watching her, his expression unreadable, perfectly composed. “Hell?” he said softly. “that was just a reminder that you were owned by a devil, don't let me show you how I punish those who try to defy me. That is all. In time, Yesha Elaine, you will understand that obedience is safe… and that resistance is nothing but illusion.”