Sinful Dress Novels & Stories

Held the dress up. It wasn’t a dress. It was barely a whisper. Black mesh. Transparent. Stretchy. Sleeveless. Two velvet straps where the cups should be. Slits that cut all the way up to the hip. No lining. No modesty. No mercy. Her grin was fucking evil. “This,” she said, waving it, “is gonna make the Devil jealous.” My breath hitched. My thighs squeezed. I was still dripping. “You’re wearing this,” she continued, “with heels, gloss, no bra, no panties, and zero fucking shame.”

I wonder what is he doing. "And the last dress that we will be presenting you is designed by none other than the well-known lingerie-maker, Meghan Park. It's called the dress of sin. Ladies and gentlemen, you'll now see the dress of sin, modeled by Miss Angela Santos!!" Said the emcee. I glanced at Christine and Princess Melody and they both cheered me up before I finally stepped on the stage. You can do this, Angela.

He appeared in my doorway within seconds, alert and scanning for threats. “What’s wrong?” “My zipper’s stuck,” I said, turning to show him my back. I was wearing tight black jeans and a designer shirt, and I’d deliberately jammed the zipper on the jeans halfway down. “I’ve been trying for ten minutes. Can you help?” “Call one of the staff.” “I’m calling you. You’re staff.” I looked at him over my shoulder. “Please? Unless you want me to just cut them off. They’re Tom Ford. Fifteen hundred dollars.”

The beauty of the environment. “Can I invite you both to dinner with me?” Sinful asks graciously, as we turn around to face him. He has magically changed out of nowhere, wearing a silk dress shirt threaded with violet. He’s a man of illusion. I exchange glances with Kael, seeing he is as dumbfounded as I am. I’m not sure how he could ever consider trusting Sinful, however, I can’t blame him. Immortals are sneaky and manipulative. I might not fully know why we are here, but I have a feeling one of us has been played by him.

Days went by quickly, and soon it was the weekend. Brayden announced we were attending a fundraiser for the city’s top billionaires, then handed me a black bag with the dress he wanted me to wear. The silk dress he chose for me was indecent. It was black and very tight, clinging to every curve on my petite body. the neckline was very deep, showing a generous amount of cleavage, the slit was so high my thigh was practically on display. Brayden stood behind me in the mirror, his hand around my throat as he fastened the collar back into place.

Seraphina I choose the dress specifically to torture him. It’s red, bold, unapologetic, and it clings to every curve like a second skin before flaring slightly at my hips. The neckline plunges deep enough to be dangerous, showing the swell of my breasts without being obscene. Just subtle enough that Elena won’t comment, but obvious enough that Dominic won’t be able to look away. I slide into heels that make my legs look endless. Tonight is going to be exquisite torture. For both of us.

My lips tugged back wickedly as I let the scarf I had been carrying throughout the evening slip off of my shoulders, revealing the daring part of my dress. Hades' eyes scanned my atrocity, narrowing precariously. A sense of satisfaction surged through me at his irked reaction. It was a sexy burgundy slip dress with a low V cowl neckline that showed a generous amount of my cleavage. Thank the heavens I was rich on that department. Not to mention the open back. It was nothing compared to what the other women wore, but it was enough to set off the time bomb ticking into Hades' head. It was my revenge dress. I was glad I chose it against Nola's better judgement. Perhaps my guts knew of my disagr

It’s more of a prom dress than a party dress, but it’s undeniably beautiful. Hannah hangs the dress on my dresser before diving into the next box. This time, she pulls out another dark green dress, but this one is shorter, more suited for a cocktail party. It has short sleeves that drape off the shoulders, a plunging neckline, and a deep, open back. It’s sleek and sexy, falling just below the thigh. The third dress is the simplest of them all but almost the most captivating. It’s a tight, satin long dress with spaghetti straps, the kind that crisscross all over the back. It’s perfect—not too flashy, yet still incredibly sexy.

--- That night, Arabella could not sleep. The longing to see him became unbearable. Every passing hour only made her more restless until finally she surrendered completely. She dressed carefully beneath candlelight, her pulse racing with nervous excitement. Instead of a proper nightgown beneath her cloak, she chose something softer. More daring. A pale silk chemise trimmed delicately with lace that clung gently to her curves. The kind of garment no respectable woman would ever allow a man outside marriage to see. Yet tonight she wanted Edwin to see her. Wanted him to look at her with that same hunger that made her knees weak.