Dancing With The Devil

Dancing With The Devil

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"You really want to dance with the devil" he whispers in my ear in a husky voice pulling me closer to him "You bet" He quickly turns me around looking in his eyes I see flames. "Wrong choice" *********************** Miracle Price aka Little Devil is a well know dancer in the club world. Working to pay for her college since her scholarship was ripped away from her for certain reasons. In her second year she's made quite the amount of money she can pay for college and some. But she enjoys what she does so she stays...just for fun. Meet Damian aka The Devil. Literally, he runs the underworld(I'm sure you have an idea of what he does so no need to get into that). Now he doesn't really like to be on earth but he makes an exception when chatter starts in the underworld about a dancer named "little devil". You must know that defiantly caught his attention. So what happens when he goes and finds the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen? Well I guess you'll have to read.
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| 18+ | Damian looked so different with his shirt off and a crop in his hand. He felt more real: no longer wearing the mask of the good doctor, he was the Exorcist, the master over my wildest fears, the stones on the shore over which my ocean of madness could crash without fear. He trailed the crop over my throat, down my chest. "Your demons have not been playing nicely," he said, a warning in his tone. Goosebumps prickled up my arms as the smooth leather teased over my navel. "No, sir. They haven't. They don't much like you." He grinned, and it was such a wicked sight that my stomach clenched up with desire. I desperately wanted to feel those teeth, the softness of those lips. Patience was nearly impossible. "I must admit I don't much like them either," he growled. "Turn around. Hands on the wall. Spread your legs." I obeyed, my breath catching in my throat. I felt him lean close, his breath hot on my neck as he left kisses along my hairline. "But they don't own your body, do they, darling? Who owns this body?" "I do, sir." My breathing shuddered. The crop tapped between my thighs. "That's right. And who have you chosen to give your body to?" "To you, sir." × × × 18 year old Samara Garfield is on the run - from her past, from her desires, from the wicked voices in her head. Everything seems to be catching up with her when she meets Damian Hearst, a doctor with perverted desires of his own. With a legion of demonic beings eager to overtake her, the good doctor may indeed be the only one who can save her. But as their dark pasts become ever more entangled and hope for salvation begins to fade, can love grow in the face of death? × Highest Rankings × #1 in Steampunk #1 in Kinky #40 in Horror

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