Sinful Dress Novels & Stories

SOFIA I stood in front of my mirror, brushing a final curl behind my ear as I gave myself one last look. The dress clung to me like a second skin, and I loved how it looked. It was a sleek, black satin dress with a slit that stopped just above my knees. It was backless, but with a pair of delicate crisscrossed straps, and the plunging neckline that didn’t give away too much of my boobs. I'd chosen it not just to tempt Adrian, but to show everyone I would meet today that I wasn’t some pushover who they could mess with.

She wore a pure white, off-shoulder dress with intricate lace cutouts, exuding a unique charm that was both devilishly alluring and angelically pure—an unforgettable contrast. The woman was none other than Jacqueline Leyton, who, just days ago, had been in utter disgrace.

I slowly fell asleep, Damon still on my mind. I could kill Trish right now, I thought to myself as I stared uncomfortably at the dress I was wearing for the millionth time. How could I have even trusted her in the first place? I checked myself out in the lengthy mirror in the room. The dress was a black and so long it dragged across the floor. It had two thin straps that crossed at the back. The light material that it was made up of was no where to be found at the back, leaving my back completely bare

I was putting on a yellow thigh length dress ( if you can even call it that) that had an open back; the dress, held onto every curve making me look like a hooker of some sort; I think the type that does home service, where you'd pay a lot of money on them, yeah that type. Nifise being the daughter of a well known fashion designer, chose this dress, saying something about my color popping, I wasn't really paying attention. The girl is talented I tell you,she made us all up, we look like we're going g for a photoshoot or something really important when in reality, we're going to drink our stress away. "No you're not, there's nothing wrong with what you're wearing bitch, grab your things we're

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.