Dancing With A Devil Novels & Stories

“Then you will watch your kingdom burn from the inside. Every ally will turn, every soldier defect, every coin rot in your hand. Because I already own them. You are kings and queens only so long as I allow it.” For a long moment, silence reigned. Dante’s fists clenched, his fury palpable. But before he could speak, Amara leaned forward, her gaze locked on the Devil’s. “And what do you gain by offering us mercy?” she asked. His eyes gleamed. “Entertainment. Even devils like their games.” --- The Private Dance Later, when the music shifted to something slower, Il Diavolo extended his hand toward Amara. “Dance with me,” he said.

Fighting her instinct to stay away, she moved grudgingly forward, her imwilling limbs carrying her ever closer. ‘Dance,’ he said and she did. It felt so good to be back in his arms, within the safety of that strong grip. He danced expertly, but now his grip became stronger; she looked up and saw the red eyes of the devil. She was dancing with the devil. Her eyes flew open. She gasped for air. Moisture beaded her brow. She looked at the bedside clock, it was 7.30 p.m. Her breathing gradually slowed, but she dared not close her eyes again for fear the devil would return.

She twirled, caressed her body, turned back so her ass was facing Henri who was now struggling to sit still and not pull her unto his laps. Spreading her legs she leaned down, rising slowly back up she bit her lower lips, her gaze locking with Marcellus's who had nearly turned lie from jealousy. "Dancing with the devil, out of control. Almost made it to heaven it was closer than you know, playing with the enemy, gambling with my soul. It's so hard to say no, when you're dancing with the devil." No longer able to sit, Henri rose up, grabbed unto her waist, pulling her closer so she could feel the effect of whatever she was obviously doing.

Camillie and her father took to the dance floor. Abeni felt a knot forming in her stomach as she watched Dmitry from across the room. He was laughing and talking animatedly with another woman, and it was clear that there was more to their interaction than just friendly conversation. The woman was stunning, with long, curly hair and a figure that made Abeni feel self-conscious about her own curvy frame. As they danced together, Abeni couldn't help but wonder if Dmitry still found her beautiful or if he had already moved on.

This job was important to me and I knew I wouldn’t find a club quickly that would give me good treatment like here. It was like a deal with the devil, and I loathed the idea of selling my soul, even though I would only be dancing for him for a few minutes tops. The devil in question - Antonio the mafia boss - was seated, his coat laying on another side of the couch. His eyes felt like hot iron was seared into my skin. The music was playing, creating the perfect sensual atmosphere. And though my heart wasn’t in it, I silently cat walked over to the pole right in front of him and began my performance, movements I knew by heart.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

How tall is this devil? “Galileo, put her in a room on you guys’ floor,” the devil instructed. “Si, boss.”(Yes). He took a step towards the elevators before he paused and partially turned. “We still leave at dawn,” he informed. “Should I book Flora’s ride for the same time?” Galileo inquired. “Does she bribe you or something?” From where I stood, I saw his eyes flash with anger. “Sorry, boss. I just assumed…since you’ve not been seeing others aside her lately…”

I kept tossing and turning and I couldn't fall asleep. How could I after my interaction with the devil? All I could think about was him, his words and his stupid smouldering eyes. Is it possible that he might be attracted to me? No way! He can hardly stand my presence or even hold a conversation with me. Then what did he mean by do something he might regret? Maybe like shove me against the wall to hurt me or maybe...to kiss me? I was aware of his violent nature but I knew he wouldn't stoop so low as to hurt me physically.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

I felt alive. I spotted one of my girls, a stunning blonde, dancing on stage. She caught my eye, winked and smiled, and I giggled. She was mine, one of my best earners, Stella. I continued to make my way towards the VIP section, where my partners and I conducted our... business. We deal with more than just drinks and music here. We dealt in secrets, in desires, and in the forbidden. I made it all happen. The Devil's Kiss was my pride and joy, a massive facility with over 80 rooms, each one designed to cater to a specific desire or fantasy. We had room for every taste, from the ordinary to the extreme.