Red Devil Dress Novels & Stories

He left before I could press further. Ruby waited in the hallway with a garment bag and a cigarette between her lips. "Morning, baby girl. Let us make you pretty for your funeral." "Ruby—" "Save it. I know you are scared. Hell, I am scared. But we are doing this anyway because that is what Cross women do." She pushed into the room. "Now strip. We have got work to do." The dress was not white. It was black with red accents—club colors from both the Reapers and Vipers woven together. Ruby had designed it herself.

CHASE I could kill Levi for not telling me he invited her here tonight. All I wanted to do was drink, smoke, and zone the fuck out. That’s exactly what I was doing, until I looked up and saw her. A little devil in a red dress, dripping in sin. I couldn’t help but stare, because fuck me, she’s got curves I want to sink my teeth into, that clinging fabric flaunting the cinch of her waist, the swell of her hips. Her tits are pushed up, perfectly perky and round, and a strip of her tan thighs is on display between the hem of her dress and the top of her come-fuck-me boots. A delicate outline of flowers climbs up one of them, tattooed in black ink, mirroring the design on her arm that’s now hidde

She made Kieran seem like a saint. She brought them to what looked like a goth clothing store and made her try on a few outfits before settling on them. She was now in possession of three latex dresses, 2 latex hot pants, a black corset, and a lace-up latex fishnet halter top. Devyn felt uncomfortable buying these, but as soon as she tried them on at home, she felt surprisingly … good. Devyn opted for the latex zip-up dress with bondage straps and 7-inch Pleaser heels. She got herself ready at 7 pm and walked into the lounge area.

She had shorts, tights underneath, officer’s hat and jacket. “Hot!” I declared and she laughed. “Your turn!” she screamed and I started looking for some outfits. “Doctor?” I asked, showing Mia the outfit. “No! This outfit doesn’t scream HOT!” she objected and started looking for the costumes. “Oh my god! I got it! Look!” It was a red, tight dress, the devil’s thorns and tail. “Isn’t it too revealing?” I asked, looking at the devil. “No, it’s hell of a hotness!”

she whispered. Two nights later, Ayla stood in the gilded atrium of Château Kalovský, draped in a backless black gown that hugged her like second skin. Her hair was pulled into a sleek twist, a single ruby pin gleaming at the nape of her neck. She looked dangerous. Untouchable. Exactly what she needed to be. The room was full of whispers and corruption. Old money. New sins. Gold masks and shadowy deals. Diamonds sparkled like lies on aging politicians and smug oligarchs.

Later at night, Annie was arranging her closet, she was thinking where to place all her dress, she was very happy and she did enjoy her shopping today. Her eyes landed on a package in her shopping bag, she doesn’t remember buying it, she thought maybe her lizard got her, she opened the package, she let out loud gaps why not it was the same dress which caught her eyes. She was admiring that dress, it was a stunning dark red one-shoulder gown, to her sad the shopkeeper informed her it was already paid, someone had purchased the dress. She was disappointed, but to her surprise, the same dress was in her bags, along with beautiful Rose Gold Crystal, Pearl Drop crystal necklace and Steve Madden R

“Kira is throwing a party at Heron’s Club and you’re not rotting in bed over anybody’s son.” I groaned into my pillow. “Layla—” “Nope. Get up. Wear something slutty. I want men to pass out.” So I did the only thing a hurting girl does. I obeyed. I stood in front of my mirror staring at a version of me I didn’t recognize. The dress was less a garment and more a highly effective piece of weaponized distraction. It was cut from a single, shimmering piece of obsidian liquid silk, designed specifically to defy gravity and good sense.

I blinked rapidly and looked at my back to see if he was really looking at me but of course, there was no one behind me but the bed board. Wait! I looked back at the man.. Valentin Rostislav. I swallowed hard trying my best not to drool over the man. His hair was packed into a man bun and the blue shirt he wore fitted perfectly on those huge biceps and broad shoulders. Three buttons were unbuttoned, showing off his hard chest. Oh my god! I was doomed! I had never felt this way about a man before. I was a pole dancer who saw men everyday but had never felt the way I was feeling right now for anyone.

Ava waved her hand dismissively and rolled her eyes. Allicia finally calmed down, and she changed into the fiery red dress that was in the box. The dress was an off-shoulder satin dress body con dress, it had a mermaid design that left a train behind her. A perfect slit ran all the way to her thigh and it revealed her long leg. The dress accentuated her curves perfectly and the red colour was also a beautiful complement with her milky skin. "Wow, this is perfection!" Ava voiced with a small gasp when she saw the dress on Allicia.

Tears had already started welling down her eyes. Miranda's eyes narrowed. She slightly opened her lips as she looked at the dress which was now dyed at its edge. It was a body-hanging dress with a slit from the edge of the dress and stopped below her ass. Her figure 8 could not be hidden in the dress and it barely covered her knees, exposing her spotless legs. She chose this dress on purpose. She was here to seduce Mervin.