Devil's Dance Floor Novels & Stories

Destroy and corrupt anything in its path. That's exactly what Saint is doing. He's pushing the right buttons. He wants me to explode. He wants to see my dark side. He would like me to be furious and destructive. Pushing my chair back , I rise from the seat and soothe the non existent wrinkles on my white noodle strapped dress. I walk out of the room, leaving him all alone at the table. Once again, I felt like all eyes were on me. ➛ Wandering through the closet, my eyes search through every dress I have that I could were to this stupid honeymoon evening date or whatever it's called.

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.

The people who were dancing in the dance floor were not aware that there were two devils in their midst. One of the devil was dancing and flirting with a woman, he had black long hair reaching up to his shoulder which he parked neatly without a single strand of hair out of place. His eyes were golden, strong square jaw, perfect carved brows and thin pink lips. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He was Asmodeus, the third deadly sin of lust. The woman he was dancing with was drooling over his strong muscular body and he gave her a flirtratous smile while whispering dirty words into her ears and the woman blushed.

Strangers kissed my cheeks, their words dripping with pity disguised as admiration. “You’re brave, my dear.” “What a clever match.” “May you tame him, or survive him.” Each one was a knife in my back. By the time the waltz began, my cheeks ached from smiling. Then Richard Devlin’s voice cut through the hall again. “A dance!” he commanded, his smirk daring anyone to refuse. “Let the future Devlins take the floor.” Lucian extended his hand. I wanted to slap it away. Instead, I let him lead me.

Each dancer made rounds on the floor after they performed, picking up some random schmuck who'd grease their palm with a hundred bucks to have them grind their lap with no hope of anything further. Diamond's second number left me more riled up than the first, and just like the two times previous that I'd watched her perform, I was ready to chew nails and kill anyone who dared cast a glance in her direction much less lay a finger on her. I'd had three drinks and didn't need any more if I planned to drive home, but I'd be damned if I could sit around without a sedative to keep me from stomping onto the stage, throwing her over my shoulder, and marching her perky tits out of this hell hole.

The man was getting it on the dance floor as he went all out to show me the best time of my life. Devon's shoulders jerked slightly while doing the latest dances; all I could see was his swagger. Each burst from the strobe lights landed on his slightly tan skin; it made him glow. Soon the next beat became intermingled with another flash and song. Some couples left the dance floor. Others slid into place, arms wrapped around each other to execute slow, sexy moves.

Who pursues me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand it She walks away leaving the drunks behind And the trail of chaos, of destruction You look at this boy, devastated, unable To think of any other solution And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one too And all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who chases me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand it ) 5 years ago... Dancing is a practice that nourishes the soul. When I move my body to a rhythmic sound,

The curtain opens and I swing my hips. "Last time I danced in a room like this for you Lucifer, I was screaming in pleasure. Do you remember?" I continue to dance, looking over my shoulder at him. He is in his normal state now, no longer looking like the actual devil. I step down from the stage, dancing to him. His eyes watch my every move. As I reach him, my body dances against him, and his hand settles on my hip. I keep going, trying to distract his mind so he remembers who he is.

It was into the arms of another. A small gasp escaped my throat, as I looked up and saw the devil. It was then I realized the dance floor had been crowded. The music changed, from the soft warmth of royal splendour, to something darker, more sensual, definitely sinister. His eyes told a tale dangerous enough to make one's heart drop. When he leaned into my ears, with our bodies pressed tightly against each other, he whispered. “Are you trying to get a man killed?” A shudder ran down my spine, because I knew for a fact, he didn't do empty threats.

The Devil found himself wanting something he couldn't simply buy. Someone.