Devil's Dance Floor の小説・ストーリー

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet

Letting out a little chuckle she leaned her back against the bar counter and took a sip of her wine which she placed it on the island earlier. "No one in this party is a woman with dignity. Let this thing get into your mind clearly, all men in here are Mafia and all the women in here are either sluts or strippers. And attending to this party means declaring yourself as one of us." Slut?! Stripper! Is this why Tristan told her to accompany him? Is this the way he wanted to humiliate her? "I'm not, I am -" "I know! You don't fit in here, but you will be forced to. You see they will torture you till you be obedient to them, whipping, chaining, slapping everything will be too much for you to tak

But even now, as Eva and I wandered toward the snack bar, I couldn’t shake the sensation. My heart beat faster than it should. My skin prickled with awareness. Every corner of the room felt dangerous, thrilling. My heels clicked along the marble floor as we passed the sprawling martini pool, where exotic dancers glided across mirrored tiles, their bodies glittering under strobe lights. They were mesmerizing— goddesses in lace and latex, moving to the hypnotic beat of the musicians playing, while people danced and enjoyed themselves down there on the dance floor to the DJ spinning at the far end of the dance floor. People surrounded the pool with drinks in hand, some cheering, some practicall

She allowed her to drag her deeper into the crowd and started dancing. Unbeknownst to them, Damon stood just a floor above their heads in front of his black stained floor to ceiling window in his office. The window overlooked the entire dance floor, giving him a perfect view of every drunk customer dancing there but only one caught his full attention… his little flower. She looked gorgeous in her red latex dress and red converse heels. Her exposed curvaceous body made it hard for any normal man in the room to not react to her beauty.

he ordered. The marble floor was embedded with hard diamond shards. The air-conditioning was turned up high too, so the floor felt like ice. I said nothing and bent down silently to undo the straps of my heels. The moment my bare feet touched the cold floor, sharp pain shot through them. I began to dance. I spun and leapt. The soft skin of my feet rubbed against the sharp fragments and icy marble. Lewd whistles rose around me. Those men watched like they were at a circus. Some also tossed dollar bills at my feet.

So tender and so sweet. Althaia wrapped her arms around my neck as my hands slid down to her ass, lifting her to me. I fucking loved those legs around me. “Want to dance with The Devil in the sheets?” I asked against her lips, already walking us over to the bed. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” She leaned slightly back to look at me. “Why not?” “I, uh…happen to be kind of…loud?” I smiled when her cheeks started to get flushed.

The dress was a perfect fit, clinging to my body in all the right places and also, it was my favourite colour…red, with some sparkles making it almost impossible for me not to go unnoticed. Anyways. I didn't want the guard to ruin my night. I wanted to clear my head and I was going to do that. The loud sounds of music welcomed me, along with a very disgusting scene of people fucking themselves. I mean get a room you freaks. Eww. With a struggle, I pushed down the contents of the meal which threatened to spill from my lips and continued with our walk to a table. The waitress approached us. “ Good evening, you guys. What would you like this evening?”

He looks directly at me when he says it. The music starts. The first new song is slow. Haunting. Piano and his voice. The lyrics are about emptiness. About feeling nothing while everyone watches. The crowd is silent. Just listening. I'm shooting but also hearing every word. The second song is faster. Angry. About pushing people away to protect yourself. The third song destroys me. It's called "Three Feet." The chorus: **You're standing three feet from me / But I can't reach across / I built these walls myself / Now I'm paying the cost**

" 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,