Viscount Dance Novels & Stories

Most of it was irrelevant. Then I found her. Valentina Moreau moved through that room as if she had made a private agreement with gravity the rest of us were not allowed to read. Half-Italian, half-French, raised in enough refinement to know exactly how vulgarity worked and too proud to let it stain her. Even there, under those lights, in a dress designed for men who wanted to mistake access for ownership, she never looked cheap. That was part of the problem. She danced like someone elsewhere had once taught her that movement could mean freedom.

A third one supplied. “And this is Miss Reynette, an honoured guest of mine.” Long Ardelan introduced her and their hosts curtsied deeply. “An honoured guest of the king is an honoured guest of us all.” Said Viscountess Hayworth as she blew kisses against her cheeks. “My lady, may I have your first dance?” The king asked her with a grin. “Of course.” She replied and allowed him to pull her onto the dancing floor. “You don’t look overwhelmed by the attention.” He said and she smirked.

He didn't wish to dance with a woman who looked so forlorn. "So I'm not up to scratch, eh? Too tall and good looking, I suppose?" He puffed up his chest in a mocking display of pride as he faced her for the dance. She giggled but quickly stifled the sound when the ladies next to them stared at her. As the dance began, they darted around the other couples and came back together again, allowing Miss Hunt time to respond.

A beautiful woman and handsome man dancing was a mesmerizing sight. "I never knew Miss. Morgan danced so well." She rarely attended parties with an escort and never danced in public. Thus, no one expected the female billionaire CEO would be so graceful and elegant like a professional dancer, flawless with her moves. "You're right. She's such a good dancer. And her curvaceous body…. I'll do anything to share my bed with that woman." "Isn't Mr. Reynolds so lucky to dance with her?" Drowned out by the music playing, the dancing pair did not hear the comments made by their audience. Veronica had no intention of further interaction with Ethan. All she wanted was for this song to end quickly.

“Ate Val? You didn’t mention you had this kind of plan.” Val laughed. “Don’t let Semion hear you! He might get mad! Hahaha! But Jett’s right, this is your last chance to enjoy these eye-candy guys. Don’t worry, I specifically chose high-end macho dancers. Look at how well-built and muscular they are! Their faces aren’t bad either! Hahahahaha!” Valentina seemed a bit tipsy too. Celeste’s lips parted as she observed the men wearing black ripped pants and no tops. All had abs and muscles. Their bodies swayed repeatedly with the dancing, causing the women to go wild.

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.

I felt like he was going easy on me which was annoying. “Okay pause,” Reynolds said with the blow of that stupid whistle. We looked at him. He whispered something into Derek’s ear, and he nodded. He quickly stripped his shirt and shorts, revealing his compression shorts. My eyes immediately went to the bulge between his legs. Gawking at how gorgeous this man was.

He hated himself for not having zero expectations where the woman was concerned despite knowing better, but it hurt like a bitch that she had appeared before him again after all those years and clung to the arms of his enemy. Literally. Viscount was currently sweeping back her hair while she made a show of acting coy and replacing his hand with hers... Then she turned her neck towards him, and although their faces were concealed in masks, Andre knew she was looking at him. Andre turned away, shutting his eyes against the feeling of sadness which washed over him. His blood ceased to run hot when the female dancer made a move towards him as practiced, and he felt numb even as she stepped into

I mean, Giselle is full of emotions, heavy emotions that will surely make you sad too. My eyes went glassy but I flinch when someone touch my hair. "What are you watching?" Vicenzo ask in low raspy voice. He's standing behind me touching my hair caressing it gently. I lift my head a little to look at him. And his handsome rugged serious face makes me purse my lips. "Giselle" I replied and show him my phone. His forehead creased as he watch the lady which is the principal dancer do the hopping step ballonnè, one of the classical ballet technique.

fixed my hair. Then they quickly parted and the crowd went wild when they saw me in my Dance regalia for the first time, my hips swirled to the beat of the drum as I joined themSurprizing my men with my dance movements, Dancing out the story of our unique Kingdom. The look on their faces said it all.. as I seductively danced toward them. My mates surrounded me with their smiles and lustful movements, beckoning me to mate with them. My eyes locked onto Niklaus as he pulled me close to him, teasing me with the thrusting of his cock, as Kie joined him, Sam danced close and leaned in, whispering in my ear "My mate" My eyes locked onto his and I said "Mate" his full lips parted with a devious sm