Sinful Dress Novels & Stories

7 Arianna I never thought I’d get married in a dress stolen from a dead woman, but nothing about my life with Dante had ever followed rules. The gown had been tailored to fit me like it was made for my body. Silk white, low-backed and delicate lace clinging to my spind with a slit so high it whispered sin every time I moved. My hair was pinned up with jeweled combs, lips tinted rose, but I barely looked at the mirror. I couldn’t take my eyes off the window.

"You should be out there, in the gutters where you belong—where you've always belonged. Not under this roof with my daughter and I." "Mother, what happened to her dress?" Bianca's voice chimed in from the staircase. "It's practically see through and why is it torn at those places, Zerina? Were you trying hard to get the attention of my Dave? That's so embarrassing." My teeth clenched at the mention of Dave's name. I raised my head and glared at her.

"You're a natural… fuck," He pulled out sudden my lips popping off. He scooped me up like I weighed nothing my dress hiked up as he carried me to the bed throwing me off, the sheets so cool on my hot skin. "You're my sweet sin Celeste. I shouldn't but I can't stop now," he whispered his eyes burned. I pulled at my dress. "Fuck me daddy… I need your cock inside." “Such a dirty mouth for a little girl” He began to take of my dress zipping it down. My bra and panties next leaving me naked

As we are shoving her clothes into her bag, she starts sobbing. I turned around. “Sinclair. What’s wrong?” She turned around, and she was holding a blue dress. It’s the same dress from the welcome party. “Who did this?!” I looked at the dress, and it’s shredded. I looked at Sinclair, and she is devastated. “Sinclair, talk to me. What is special about this dress?” It’s a simple dress. It doesn’t look expensive, but it looks like a nice dress to wear on a date to a movie and dinner. I don’t understand why she’s crying.

The revenge. She forgot the nights she cried herself to sleep, holding on to her parent's portrait, whispering promises of justice. She forgot the name Delaney. Because Ethan was looking at her like she was the only woman in the world. Like he would shield her from every storm. Like he would carry her weight if she let him. And she hated herself for liking it. Her voice was quiet when she pointed to the dress. A royal blue gown, with off-shoulder details, and a velvet ribbon that tied around the waist in a bow.

"My closet is full. I don't need anything more." Tessa rolled her eyes. "All of it bought by Julian. Don't you want to surprise him with something unexpected? Something he hasn't seen?" I thought for a second, and my eyes drifted to the window of a shop called Sinful Pleasure. Extremely sensual lingerie was displayed on the mannequins — and by the look of it, there was more than lingerie inside. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, hesitating. But as Tessa and Fiorella grabbed an enormous pile of dresses and headed for the fitting rooms, I made my way toward the shop. Five warriors walked with me, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Someone must have taken them while I was asleep. I walked to the large closet and opened it. Inside were new clothes–beautiful but revealing. Dresses, skirts, and blouses that looked expensive. But there was no underwear. Not a single piece. I remembered his rule from last night and felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I chose a simple but elegant black dress that fell just above my knees. The fabric was soft and clung to my body. Without panties or bra, I felt exposed even though I was fully covered. Every movement made me aware of my breasts moving freely and the cool air touching between my legs.

Even at occasion like this, business never leave their minds. “Okay.” I walked faster on my stiletto. The dress I am wearing hugged my body tightly. A red dress looks seductive and it is my favorite color among others. Some people greeted me when they saw me. I nodded at them but never had the chance to stay and have a chat.

"Of course not, I mean who'd stop you from jumping into the ring to beat up your fighter?" We fall into a comfortable silence. "Lana." "Yes Hunter." "I mean it. If you ever need me, call me. I'll bring my shotgun, okay." "Okay, I'll keep that in mind. Bye Hunter. "Bye Lana." The line cuts. I go back to my closet now fired up and in a better frame of mind. My attention is drawn to a tight crimson dress with a thigh slit and a v-neck that reveals the ideal amount of cleavage. It shapes my figure, enhancing my gorgeous curves. With red, you can never go wrong. I decide to leave my hair down and accessorised with a gold necklace and pair of earrings to complete the look. I add a little makeup an