Dance With The Devil Real Story Novels & Stories

“I was there to collect the debt…and I had a-a…disagreement with one of the whores…and the next thing I know…this woman w-walks in and she orders me to be tied up…a-and then…” Devon looked towards his hand; his lips trembling with rage, or perhaps sorrow at the loss of his dominant hand. However, I didn’t buy his sob story one bit. I think both the doctor as well as Rico had already noticed his hesitation before the word ‘disagreement’ and that was where I knew he had been the one to screw up first. Devon met my eyes once again and whatever he saw in them, made his eyes widen in fear. I smirked. He sure had some courage, lying straight to my face. Walking to the bed next to him, I leaned dow

what a cop out, I decided to dance with the devil by myself and now that his fingers are tipping my chin up with tears rolling down the sides; i look for somebody else to blame. he's a hundred sins wrapped into one, each layer falls from brawny shoulders the closer I get. funny, isn't it? the devil himself has come to take me to salvation. if he was to drag me through the depths of hades in exchange of another kiss; I'd carve the shape of your lips into my throne.

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

He said softly. The music finally ended and Mia walked away from him, curtsying and exiting the room. She breathed in the night air, trying to calm her heart. 'Damn you, you bloody cursed man!' she cussed the Grand Duke, or rather The Devil. "I know I'm cursed." The devil spaidand Mia jumped, looking around, her hand on her chest. Radna couldn't help but look at her hand, just above her cleavage. Mia had a much larger bust than Lily. In fact, he couldn't even remember Lily very well...

— “And he has never been with a woman, people say he had been married before and had a son with his wife but his whole family was murdered. He has had a tough life.” She listened intently as Adina continued, her voice low and urgent. "There are stories—scary myths that have been passed down among the staff. They say Dante's uncle was involved in dark rituals, and that Dante learned everything from his uncle. Some say he’s cursed, that the shadows follow him wherever he goes."

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

Devon reached for my hand to pull me from my seat. "I am not much of a dancer." "It can't be that different than handy footwork when you are training. Pretend you are training me." For someone who had never seen battle or murdered anyone in cold blood, he was confident and sure of himself. I hardly had to do anything. Our bodies swayed together, and he twirled me around like I weighed nothing. The music slowed, and I slid my arms around his neck. Devon was not too big and bulky like wolves. It was nice how our bodies just seemed to fit together.

Drawing in a shaky breath, I turned back to him. “Yes,” I croaked. Jesus-fucking- Christ, what was I doing? I knew I was considering making a deal with the Devil, but could I lower my standards this much? I had no issues with sexuality. I had no issues with other women who wanted to express that sexuality, but the idea of becoming a dancer was throwing up roadblocks in my head. I couldn’t do this—not even for Hawk. I threw the last of my whisky down my throat and stood. “I’m sorry, Mr. Rivera, but I can’t do this.”

Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the sound of me smacking my wife's ass as I take her from behind. He groans, spitting out blood, "Is that all you got, your wife has a better hand than you do." He mutters incoherently. I run my fingers through his hair which is drenched in sweat, yanking his head back, and I force him to meet my gaze, "You know, Castello Esposito. The wildest gimmick the Devil likes to play isn't him making you accept that he doesn't exist. It's him making you believe that you are on friendly terms. Acquainted." I growl, lowering my head, and getting right in his face. "So that when you finally did meet me

"That doesn't mean it was the devil. It was probably a dude wandering by, heard how bad he was, then stopped and showed him how to play." "It was the devil!" Dan insisted, his guitar case in his hand as they walked along the dirt road. "I've read all about it." Jake glanced at their bass player, Brian. "You in on this too?" "Yup. I mean how can I not be." Brian turned to look at Jake but he didn't look excited. "Fine." Jake stood and tossed the drumsticks against his shoulder. "Let's go meet the devil."