Sinful Dress Novels & Stories

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.

“You know why I’m here. My father is ruined because of you. I came to beg you to stop.” He stood up slowly, walking around his desk like a predator. “Begging? From Richard’s precious daughter? Interesting.” I had always wanted him, even as a teenager I’d touched myself thinking about him. I stepped closer, voice dropping. “Maybe I don’t just want to beg…” Before he could respond, I reached behind me and slowly unzipped my dress, letting it pool at my feet. I stood before him in nothing but black lace lingerie and heels. Alexander’s jaw tightened. “You’re playing a very dangerous game, little girl.”

Of course it is. Short. Sinful. Bare back until my hip bone. I gasp. “What the hell,” I mutter, eyes scanning through the dress. Snow's still swooning. “This man is so hot. I can't help it.” he mused. “At this point it'll be a waste not to root for him,” I stare at the dress. Not only is it sinful, revealing but it damn well will give me that golddigger tag without trying. But who cares?

I turned my eyes forward again, rolling them when she couldn’t see. “You should keep it in mind,” she repeated, emphasizing the word 'should'. I kept my mouth shut after that. I simply nodded in acknowledgment and stayed silent. When the elevator doors opened on the fourteenth floor, she stepped out. The moment the doors closed again and the elevator continued upward, I raised both middle fingers in the air while my bag hung loosely from my shoulder. Dumb bitch. I didn’t see anything wrong with what I was wearing. It was a white floral flared off-shoulder dress with lace around the waist. The hem ended just above my knees, though it got slightly shorter when I moved around—but that was perfe

“Put this on.” I pick up the piece of clothing, holding it up by the straps. It’s a tight, sleeveless black dress crafted from a material that looks like liquid obsidian, designed to cling to every single contour of a woman’s body without a single inch of mercy. “Are you sure this isn’t just another excuse to torture me?” I mutter, raising a brow. “Whose dress is this anyway?” “Like I need an excuse,” he scoffs, turning his back to give me privacy as he walks toward the hearth. “Just put the dress on and be down in five.”

ERICA The sound of laughter and clinking glasses drifted up from the living room as I stood in front of the mirror, tugging nervously at the hem of the dress Raffael had chosen for me. It was a sleek black gown that hugged my figure in all the right places, yet it felt like a prison. Every inch of fabric reminded me of who had sent it—Raffael. Why does he always have to control everything? I smoothed the soft fabric and let out a shaky breath. The thought of stepping into that room full of people made my stomach churn. What if he found something to criticize? What if he ignored me completely? I wish! The latter felt like a great mercy.

Chapter 15: The Widow’s Second Wedding "White is for the innocent, Bianca. You’re wearing the blood I spilled for you." Dante’s voice rumbled behind me as the seamstress tightened the corset. I stared at my reflection. The dress wasn't the virginal silk my father would have chosen. It was a heavy, structured ivory that caught the light like polished bone, but the underskirt was a deep, bruised crimson. Every time I moved, a flash of red peeked out—a secret wound trailing behind me.

“You like attention, don’t you?” I had wanted to throw something at his perfectly structured face. But I agreed. Because he had also said it might help us find my brother—and for that, I would’ve danced naked in hell if it came to it. Still, I hadn’t realized that “distraction” meant this. The dress he made me change into wasn’t just inappropriate—it was a sin stitched together by silk. It was a white, silky piece that clung to my waist like temptation itself and flowed like waves to the floor. It had slits that went dangerously high up my thighs, and a neckline that plunged low enough to make modesty an illusion. The back was practically nonexistent, just a thin string of pearls connecting

Hopefully we get through the dinner in one piece. I picked out my deep cherry red, bold, dangerous, sinful dress. The fabric was satin with a velvet finish, soft and clingy, the kind that hugged every curve like it was made just for my body. The neckline dipped so low it felt like a dare, showing just enough cleavage to tempt and torment. The back, completely open, with nothing but a thin gold chain resting against my spine like a tease he couldn't touch. The slit ran high, dangerously high, exposing my thigh with every step, and the way the dress held my waist and hugged my ass, let's just say, he wouldn't survive the night.