Novel & Cerita Sinful Dress

Poison? God... this entire plan is so stupid! I probably look ridiculous sitting here alone like some desperate hooker from a cheap movie scene. My cheeks burn as I glance down at myself... The dress definitely isn’t helping! It’s black, tiny and sinful... The neckline plunges low enough to expose an alarming amount of cleavage while the hem barely brushes the tops of my thighs. Thin straps cling to my shoulders and the tight material hugs every curve of my body like a second skin...

The dress was pure white, creating a sense of innocence and purity that contrasted beautifully with the sultry, form-fitting silhouette. The dress featured a plunging neckline, revealing just enough skin to be enticing without being overly revealing. Delicate spaghetti straps crisscrossed at the back, adding a touch of sophistication to the design. The bodice of the gown was adorned with a beautiful floral print, each delicate blossom blending seamlessly into the fabric.

NIKOLAI “You have to be fucking insane if you think I am going to wear that.” I leaned casually against the doorway with my arms folded across my chest while Katya stared at the dress laid out across the bed like it had personally offended her entire bloodline. Honestly? Fair reaction. The dress was scandalous. Exactly as intended. A dark red silk dress with thin straps and a neckline so low it bordered on criminal. The material clung to every curve and the slit at the side climbed obscenely high up the thigh.

He rummaged through a bag of clothes. "Wear this!" he ordered crudely after tossing a silky clothing to her face. Scared out of her wits, she tremulously donned the slinky slip of a dress. She felt naked because it had spaghetti straps and a deep cleavage. The color was red and the fabric was see-through. "Put up your arms above your head!"

Chapter 7 – Unmasked Eyes and Temptation SERA’S POV The gala was everything I expected—opulent, filled with power-drunk men and women desperate to prove their worth. The dress I wore hugged my body in all the right places, deep black silk with a slit that climbed too high and a neckline that promised things I would never give. I didn’t come here for pleasure. I came here for war. Under Leon’s guidance, I had slipped into the role of Arianna Vale with unsettling ease. People didn’t look past the surface when you looked like a fantasy. They saw curves, confidence, allure—never the blade underneath.

"You smell divine." I didn't know it was possible to get turned on more than I already was. A moan slipped through my lips at his subtle praise. How ironic. The perfume. Dinner dress. Thong. All for Nick, yet a stranger was praising and currently taking it off my body. His gentle assault passed my knees until he reached my inner thighs, sucking then laying small kisses on both sides. "Cute." I'd assume he referred to the thong I wore when he reached my waist, my gown pooled just above my tummy. I think I prefer men like this, on their knees with their faces buried between my legs. Much prettier.

Swallowing down all the curses and threats I want to shoot at him and his sly look, I simply just nod at him and go back over towards the living space. Before he has the chance to come sit back and down and even possibly watch me naked, I hurriedly strip from my maids uniform, leaving me in only a pair of underwear. Then, without another thought, I pull the slutty dress over my figure until it hits just below my thighs. This must've been a dress from Chloe... It's too tight and too short for my liking. "Alright, let's go!" I hear Maddox chime from behind me as he gathers a big folder of papers from the same table that was holding my dress.

That he wanted me to look pure and innocent. Nothing about this was pure, and the dress made me look like a whore that wanted to dress as an angel on Halloween. A white body cone dress, with a thigh halter neck top, squeezing my breasts together, showing way too much of them, and the laced bra. It barely covered my ass, despite the fact that it had an asymmetrical cut, making it longer on one side. I felt dirty, despite the fact that I even had my lady parts scrubbed.

“We’re going out.” Those were the first words he had spoken to me since the disaster in the bedroom, since I had made the fatal mistake of moaning Stefano’s name while he was between my legs. I picked up the dress with trembling fingers. It felt like nothing in my hands. It was black mesh, delicate, sheer, and cruel. It wasn't designed to clothe a woman; it was intended to strip her bare while she wore it. The front was a plunging V that stopped at my navel, and the back didn't exist. The sides were held together by tiny, fragile silk threads that looked as if they would snap at the slightest breath.

Tonight, I’m not just his stepdaughter. I’m his goddamn downfall. With one last look in the mirror—a wicked, dangerous woman staring back at me—I grab my stilettos and head for the door. Game on, Daddy. The dress is too tight. Too short. Too sinful. Exactly why I wore it. Black silk clings to me like a fucking second skin, whispering across every curve with every step I take. The neckline plunges like a damn invitation—deep enough to make a preacher drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness he knows he won't get.