Scarlett Bordeaux Hot Novels & Stories

She found a white one with a small bow at the left side of the waist and a semi-sweetheart detail with a thigh-high slit. “Excuse me, can I get that dress?” Arya asked a sales assistant that was close by and pointed at the dress. The sales assistant who Arya knew as Debby due to her name tag, rolled her eyes silently before turning to face Arya with an obvious fake smile. “I'm sorry but the dresses placed on the display aren't for sale, you'd have to pick another one,” Debby said briefly. “Why? Is there something wrong with the dress?” Arya’s previously happy air plunged into darkness when she heard the news.

Liam's POV. The heat pressed against my skin like sin, soaking into every inch of me, even as the shower pounded cold water on my back. Didn’t matter. Even if the water turned to ice, it wouldn’t cool the fire burning in my head. Scarlette. Scarlette, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And not in that overused, lazy way people describe beauty. No. I mean unreal. Divine. Her curves weren’t made—they were sculpted. Her waist, her thighs, her skin… God, her skin. Smooth, soft, glowing like it had been kissed by gold.

Around us, the crowd murmured, sensing dangerous currents. “You don't mean that,” Dante said, but his voice lacked conviction. “Try me.” I smiled sweetly. Before they could respond, a high-pitched voice cut through the tension. “Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please!” Luna Blackwood stood on the raised platform, commanding the room with practiced ease. “Tonight we're honored to host distinguished guests from across the continent,” she continued. “Including royalty from our most valued allies. Please join me in welcoming Princess Kaia Valdris of the Crimson Moon Pack!”

I clicked in, my pulse hammering. Scarlett filled the screen, smiling too wide, twirling in that gown. The fabric shimmered under studio lights. She posed like she was on a runway, then lifted a sleek black bottle with gold lettering. “Today I’m so excited to show you a brand-new product from Morgan International…” My stomach knotted.

Reid complimented, taking another sip of his wine, Scarlet smirked going faster and deeper and gagging. Suddenly, Reid gripped her hair once again and held her head up. Scarlet gazed into those dark luring orbs, feeling drawn and pulled. Reid smirked, trailing his finger against her jawline and Scarlet leaned into the touch, eyes shutting till Reid grabbed both sides of her cheeks with his fingers, Scarlet felt lips brushing against her lips before her lips were captured in a deep passionate kiss, instantly tasting the sweetness of the wine on his lips. Scarlet moaned when a finger pinched her nipples, her body jerked from pleasure.

I growled, pressing my lips roughly to hers. The last of the material that was between us was soon removed. I rested back on my heels, admiring the naked beauty lying below me. She was perfect! “Perfect,” I whisper, towering back over her. Scarlett slipped her legs around my body, pulling my lips back to hers. She rolled her hips against me, and I could feel her arousal as she did. The kiss became very heated quickly. I ran my hand up and down her thigh, grabbing it roughly, and she cried out in pleasure.

Scarlett’s POV I carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake anyone, and tiptoed to the bathroom. My body felt warm and tingly as I undressed, memories from the night flooding back to me with every movement. Standing in front of the mirror, I paused, my breath catching as I saw myself—red marks scattered over my skin, vivid reminders of last night. Each one was like a little secret, a story written in kisses and firm hands. The passion we’d shared left its mark, quite literally, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly, my heart racing with the thrill of it all.

"But it seems like what you heard is a bit exaggerated." Arletta flashed her best smile. "No... no... what people say is true. You are truly handsome, Mr. Edward. Until now, I've only seen you in magazines or news articles about business. And now, having the chance to meet you in person, I feel very lucky. From here, I finally understand why women compete to be your date or partner." Edward furrowed his brow. "Why is that?" Without averting her gaze from Edward's hazel eyes, Arletta leaned slightly forward. Unfazed, she approached the CEO and whispered, "Because Mister has everything that women desire. Honestly, I've been enchanted since the first time I saw you."

I don’t know what the fuck is happening to my body, but I know that this isn’t what I want! Riordan’s eyes flash, the black spreading until they cover the whites. Something burns on my skin. I peer down to see the crescent over my heart glowing. I raise my gaze to him, and…he’s so unutterably beautiful, and…I don’t know what I want anymore. I think I want to touch him. Never in my twenty-five years have I felt lust so blisteringly hot, it threatens to obliterate me. “Scarlett,” he seems to say, but his voice is guttural. Deep. Sexy.

Scarlet’s hand jerked mid-motion, and instead of landing on me, the entire glass of dark red wine splashed across her own chest. There was a moment of stunned silence. Scarlet froze, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared down at her now-ruined dress. The deep burgundy liquid soaked into the delicate fabric of her gown, spreading rapidly and leaving a dark, ugly stain in its wake. The crowd around us seemed to collectively hold its breath, watching the scene unfold in slow motion.