Diane Seven Deadly Sins Boobs Novels & Stories

SEX AND SCAM The bass throbbed through the soles of my stilettos like a second heartbeat. I leaned back against the sticky bar, gin and tonic sweating in my hand, and watched him watch me from the VIP ledge. Black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled to the forearms, the kind of careless wealth that doesn’t need to shout. He hasn’t looked away in ten minutes. Good. Let the hunger build.

“God, Zina… touch yourself. I need to watch you fall apart.” She reached for the dildo on the bed beside her—thick, veined silicone in a deep purple that made Dennis curse under his breath the first time she’d shown it to him. She licked the tip slowly, eyes never leaving his, then dragged it down her body, teasing her nipples through the camisole until they poked hard against the fabric. “Take it off,” he ordered, voice husky. “I want to see those pretty tits.” Zina peeled the camisole over her head, letting her full breasts bounce free. Her nipples were dark and tight, begging for attention. She pinched one hard between her fingers, twisting just enough to make her gasp.

We were laughing over our meal, savoring each moment together, when a slender woman approached our table and stopped in front of him. "Oh, Theo! I never thought I'd run into you here!" Theo and I both turned to look at the voice calling out to us. "Oh, Diane! Good to see you too!" Theo replied with a friendly nod. The woman standing there was pale and slender, about my height, with almond-shaped eyes and full pink lips. Her figure was curvy, with a tiny waist and rounded hips, but her breast seemed disproportionately large against her frame. The shape looked unnatural, throwing off her proportions entirely. She carried herself with a confident, almost provocative air.

Martin murmured softly, almost dropping his coffee. Sabrina was a 29-year-old prostitute. Her body seemed made to provoke married and single men alike. One meter and seventy centimeters of pure, well-distributed sex appeal. Heavy breasts, the kind that jiggled even when she was just breathing. A slim waist and a round, pert, fleshy backside, the kind that would make any man drool. Her skin was light brown, glistening with sweat from the Minas Gerais heat.

I use my shirt sleeve to clean the mist from my glasses as she pulls my file up, her nails tapping against the keyboard. “Okay, here we go. Diane Dizon.” “It’s Diane.” She flashes me a tight smile, such a contradiction to her soft, seductive voice. She’s stunningly beautiful her makeup flawless, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder in movie-star smooth waves, but she’s dressed inappropriately, in a tight black dress that barely covers her butt, her fingernails blood-red and clawlike. My Mama would turn her nose up at associating with this woman and remind me never to dress like that if I wanted any respect.

"Genevieve? She's been talking to you about me?" "Of course she has!" Lisa laughed, but it was an ugly, broken sound. "She told me you were trying to lure rich men and that you were using your sad little story to get close to powerful people and she said you were a gold digger. A leech but I always tried to reason with her, caue I believed I know you better than she ever will. I told her you were different. But you're not different are you Celeste? You're exactly what she said…Worse even. Because at least a gold digger is honest about what she wants. You pretended to be my friend while you were climbing into my father's bed!" The accusation was so cruel so unfair, I felt like I couldn't brea

“I want every detail about her, her scandals, her secrets, everything. Make sure she's exposed for what she is.” Gary paused for a moment, likely processing the weight of his employer’s tone before replying, "Okay, sir.” Adam ended the call and set the phone down, his fingers curling into a fist as he exhaled slowly. It wasn’t just Clarisse’s audacity that angered him. Women like Clarisse, bold in their manipulation and brazenness, disgusted him. ********** “What did I just see, Sofia?” Diana screamed, her voice cutting through the elegant calm of De-Classic Moore, the finest shopping mall in Velmore City.

Buying dresses might be something King Aiden and Darius share in their DNA. It was a short, black, silk gown..backless and scandalously smooth against my skin. It barely reached beneath my knees. Tonight, I had a goal: to slip the wolfsbane into his drink. I didn’t know what it would take to do that, but I needed to. Maybe after dinner, when everyone was gone, I could finally do it.

She was easy to spot, towering over most of the crowd, at over six feet tall. My eyes swept downwards, and I nearly had a coronary right there on the floor. Her gown, a deep crimson, like the heart of a ruby, flowed around her, clinging to her curves before cascading to the floor like a whispered promise. The off-shoulder design exposed the delicate curve of her collarbone, and resting there, gleaming, was a diamond necklace. I found myself fixated on it, a perverted thought igniting: I wanted to pour wine into that hollow and lick it clean.

“You can’t use them on him, Diana. He’s mine.” She took a deep breath. “If he comes around and you're not here to save me, he’s mine.” She yanked off her shirt. She wouldn’t win this argument. He would be the alpha male of their pack. The gun and its deadly bullets would have to go. Instantly, the sight of her perky breasts, the nipples already hardened and darker from her exertion, the quickened pace of her breath, and the redness of her cheeks turned him on. She glanced down and frowned at his erection, beckoning to her to give it release.