Sinful Dress Novels & Stories

That's why I told myself I will choose a dress from the first boutique I see, not wasting my precious time. Maddox saw me in the dress but didn't say anything. He looked at me with his expressionless gaze as he trailed down my body examining the details of the dress with a clenched jaw before looking away and sighing clearly annoyed at me taking so long. Only when I asked him if he likes it he mumbled under his breath "Yes" and that was it. So I decided not to end his torture and I just took this dress. I don't understand how Maddox doesn't feel even the slightest attraction toward me. Am I so ugly that he doesn't even want to look at me? Is my body so disgusting that he doesn't want to look

Aziel I looked at the peacefully sleeping girl by my side. She was snoring a little and looked so pure and innocent in her sleep. I still didn’t know if I could trust how innocent she looked since she was their daughter after all. The criminals that were masquerading as socialites. I didn’t think that the bruise was just from a fall. I could tell that she was hiding something from me and I wanted to find out what it was not I needed to. When I first met her I couldn’t even recognize her because she was so different from her picture. One thing was for sure that she was so much more beautiful but the photo could not capture the pain and the darkness behind her eyes.

“It’s part of the job.” She wanted to argue, but it felt pointless. The contract didn’t promise comfort—it promised visibility. Control. Appearances. So she nodded and went back to pretending this was still her choice. The dress was delivered around noon, hung neatly on her bedroom door with a note in handwriting that wasn’t his. Classic black. Floor length. High thigh slit. Elegant enough to belong to someone with a family name carved into buildings. She stared at it for a full minute before touching it.

I gasped unknowingly, my mouth hung slightly apart. Vivianne was standing in a black outfit that shimmered with every move she made. "This is one of our best sellers. The Passion Glitter Diana Dress. This stunning gown features shimmering glitter fabric with an elegant off-the-shoulder neckline, figure-flattering ruching, and a daring slit. Not too revealing, is it?"

She said, rushing me into the trial room. I stripped my clothes off for the millionth time today and wore the one Scarlet had handed me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and was pretty much surprised to see that it looked perfect on me. It was an off-shoulder burgundy taffeta dress with beading on the waist and at the bottom. There was also a slit on the right side of the dress which shows up to my thighs. It wasn’t too tight but at the same time, it defined my curves well and made me look pretty. The material was comfortable and smooth for my skin and I’m glad I don't have to reveal too much skin. I guess this is the one then. I don’t know whether I’m saying so because I’m more than

“Fine. Not this one either.” Dress four had a giant bow at the waist. Nina stepped out, looked at herself, turned to me and said, “Don’t.” “I didn’t say anything.” “You were thinking it.” “I was,” I admitted. “That bow could have its own birth certificate.” “Burn it,” she said, already walking away. By dress five, I wasn’t sure if she was going to scream or cry. But when she stepped out in a fitted silk gown with a delicate slit and a plunging neckline balanced by soft embroidered sleeves—I actually froze.

______________________ ”This one was cute,” I said and lifted an off-shoulder green dress that showed no cleavage whatsoever. ”Yeah, for a ninth-grader maybe. You don't want cute, you want sexy, seducing, sensual-” Lisa stopped naming a bunch of words suitable for a visit to a strip club and picked a dress from the rack. ”You want this,” She said quietly and eyed the dress with such awe from top to bottom. She held it like a display showcaser and nodded her head. It was a black sheer dress with a slit on both sides. The cleavage was acceptable for the club but forbidden on church service. My boobs would fall out.

She stood in front of the floor-length mirror, the black dress clinging to her like a second skin, her shoulders bare, her neck wrapped in a delicate velvet ribbon that looked like a fashionable choker to anyone who didn’t know better. But she knew what it really was. A signal. A claim. A silent reminder of who she belonged to.

That was the first time I was playing dress up while being with Antonio, and I wanted to make it memorable, I wanted him to see me and lose his shit, that was the plan. By the time I was done dressing up, I was told that Harry and Antonio had gone to the yacht, just to make sure everything was perfect for Aliyah, so I had to leave with her, the birthday girl. “Damn girl! You look fucking good” Aliyah yelled when she saw me. “I know! I know! But look at you though” I smiled. Aliyah had a yellow/ gold dress on, it was a long dinner dress with the longest slit I had ever seen. It was backless and had a deep “V” neckline. She looked like royalty in it.

If I don’t get railed tonight then at least I will be drunk to stupor. I finished with my bath and got dressed in a black see through, asymmetrical spaghetti strap one gown, decided to straighten my hair instead and applied a bit of make up to my face, pairing it with a pair of strapless black heel. I smiled at my reflection and applied my cologne. Yeah, I am ready to get wasted for the night. ~~~~~~ I left the house with Chloe who by the way kept complimenting and whistling about how good I was looking and well, I did feel good.