Dancing With The Devil Novels & Stories

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

“And what brings a curiosity to my party?” She tapped her glass to his. “Opportunity.” He studied her. Too smart. Too watchful. “I don’t like surprises,” he said, but his tone held no malice. “And yet, I find myself intrigued.” “I’m full of contradictions,” she replied. He extended his hand. “Dance with me. I want to know more.” She hesitated — then placed her hand in his. The orchestra swelled. They moved onto the floor, surrounded by swirling silk and whispered deals. Serrano held her like he owned her. Ayla let him — for now.

Drawing in a shaky breath, I turned back to him. “Yes,” I croaked. Jesus-fucking- Christ, what was I doing? I knew I was considering making a deal with the Devil, but could I lower my standards this much? I had no issues with sexuality. I had no issues with other women who wanted to express that sexuality, but the idea of becoming a dancer was throwing up roadblocks in my head. I couldn’t do this—not even for Hawk. I threw the last of my whisky down my throat and stood. “I’m sorry, Mr. Rivera, but I can’t do this.”

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

she didn't need to talk,her actions said everything. Raphael was instantly overjoyed. He hugged her tightly and buried his face on the crook of her neck. His hot breath caressing and giving her a tingling sensation "you can only belong to me. you are my mate,the devil's mate." She smiled. who could have thought that she Sophia Williams will be entangled with the devil someday. The mention of devil in her world was something that brought fear to everyone. They were told stories about devil by their parents. according to their stories,the devil was a giant like thing with six hands,three eyes and ugly looking horns but the man besides her was very beautiful with all right features .To say it a

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.

MIRA I place my hand in Devon's, giving him free rein to take the lead. I am well aware that I have just made an alliance with the devil, but I do not particularly care. His eyes light up with a devious expression as he slowly leads me past the talkative ladies, to the dancefloor. "She came with one man, but is dancing with another. A true whore." One of the ladies whisper. I pay them no heed. The rage coupled with jealousy that burns deep in my veins makes it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the memory of the soft look in Mason's eyes when he stared at Halloway earlier.

That devil seems to have multiple personalities. Duh?!

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.