Dancing With The Devil Novels & Stories

she whispered, then knocked softly and opened the door. She stepped inside, her heart pounding. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense. Dante stood by the window, his back to her. He turned slowly as she entered, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "You're awake," he said, his voice smooth and controlled. "I was beginning to worry." He smirked She stood her ground, meeting his gaze with as much defiance as she could muster. "What do you want from me?" Dante smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent shivers down her spine. "I want you to understand your place here," he said, his tone almost gentle. "You are important to me, and I need you to see that."

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.

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.

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?

But really, what reason did I have to say no? So, forcing the last remnants of doubt away, I mustered a grin. “Alright," I said, my voice lighter than it had been in a long time. "Let’s go party.” *** MARK Dancing Devil. A club reserved for the elites. A place where the rich indulged in their vices, drowning themselves in alcohol and luxury. It was the last place I wanted to be tonight, but here I was, sitting in the VIP section with a glass of amber liquor in my hand, staring at my phone like it held the answers to all my problems.

A massive, real life devil, the literal largest of life killers that ever walked the earth… kneeling before ME. At MY mercy. Hope flicks her tail playfully, and bats her eyes. Dante walks up to Rowan, clearly without any fear at all, and sniffs him. Hope wiggles our nose as the stench of sulfur and burnt skin flitters into our nose. When the devil huffs slightly, actual fucking smoke comes out of his nose. *Ohh man that’s awful,* Hope says, as she fights trying not to show her disgust at the smell. We stand frozen when the devil scoops up Dante’s large body and brings him so their noses rub. Awwww!

The last time she'd done this, she'd been putting on a show to spite Devlin but this time she was putting on the show for him. Faith called on her alter ego, the extraordinary dancer who only came out when she'd had a good amount to drink and began to sway seductively in time to the music. Devlin watched her from his place on the booth seat, his face turned as she danced above him. He had one hand slung over the back of the seat, his drink twirling round and round. Faith put everything she had into the dance, giving him the show of a lifetime. When she peeked down at him, she realized with relish that the dark look had faded from his eyes and was now replaced with another kind of dark look.

he plants a kiss on my lips sending a buzz all over my body tonight is going to be fun I can't wait. Alison drags us inside ordering shots immediately while Trevor Jackson good enough is blasting the speakers "I want to dance "I take Devon's hands leading him to the dancefloor "you look yummy tonight "I tell him he brings his hands down my body cupping my ass "me you look amazing you coming home with me right ?" Of course"we dance while downing another round of tequila hours later I am so horny I just can't wait I convince Devon to drive to an empty parking lot we move to the back seat where he attacks my mouth. "Take off this shirt I want to touch...."I don't get finish my sentence Devon'

My heart was beating as I waited for Devon's scent to hit me and then he was there, standing before me. He said nothing. I didn't have the gut to look up and I was feeling dreadfully dizzy, the drink catching up with me. "You were dancing with Ivan." He rasped suddenly. I looked to my left where Ivan had just gone towards and sighed. "Dance with me." I blurted out, cursing myself silently as I saw the heat in his eyes. He didn't answer, just moved closer to me. I was terrified and aware of every single breath he took. My heart stilled as I felt his hand cupping my waist, pulling me close, the space between us decreasing until my nose was pressed to his chest; that's how short I was. I could