Sinful Shirt Novels & Stories

My chest ached with the weight of the decision pressing against me. ‎ ‎Marco’s eyes darkened. He stepped closer, lowering his voice to a sharp whisper. “Do not make me repeat myself. Put it back.” ‎ ‎My breath shuddered as I looked down at the folder one last time. The girl’s photo stared back at me, innocent, full of life. The idea of sliding her back onto the shelf like she was nothing more than a forgotten name felt unbearable. But Marco’s presence loomed over me, his quiet authority a warning I couldn’t ignore.

He threw me a white long sleeve shirt in a transparent sealed nylon. I opened it. "I can't wear this,it's so big." "You don't have a choice,it's either you wear this or I take you home." "Give me,let me try it." I unbuttoned my shirt,I got to the third button and then I remembered he was still in car,my black bra and breast were showing and his lustful eyes were on them. "Get out."I gasped as I covered my body. "This is my car." "So I want to change because you stained my shirt and you have to leave."

The inevitable happened—and it happened all over his pristine white designer shirt. Thane’s roar of disgust could’ve shaken the walls. "OH, COME ON!" Thane jumped back, holding his arms out like he'd been contaminated with radioactive waste. “Are you kidding me right now?! On me? Out of every square inch of this apartment—you pick me? This is Armani! Do you know how much this shirt costs?" "Sorry," I gasped between dry heaves, though secretly, a small part of me felt vindicated.

“I sent it to the laundry. It was just lying out here.” Her wolf growled. Clearly, the idea of shifting in front of me is making her nervous. ‘Stop being a dick. Give her your shirt. Then she can check us out.’ Thor said. Not a bad idea. I started unbuttoning my shirt, and when I took it off, she stepped back. Clearly, she thought it was a trick. “I’m just offering you something to cover yourself up with, Sinclair,” I said. They huffed again, turned around, and looked back. I raised an eyebrow. She wants me to turn around before she shifts. Cute. I raised my hands and turned around. I heard the familiar cracking of bones, and then I quickly turned around before she could grab the shirt.

Even before I could take spoonfuls of food, Trish suddenly gritted her teeth and mumbled. "How disrespectful! How can he wear clothes while on sex? Doesn't this guy know that having his shirt on is a sign of disrespect?" I furrowed my brows as I looked at her. My eyes also fell on Kim's face and saw that he was frowning.

He pushed the blanket a little down started to unbutton his shirt. ''What are you doing?'' I questioned, looking away very quickly. It's hilarious how we girls stalk semi-naked models on Instagram but turn our faces away when they get naked in front of us. That is a mystery right, we girls are mysterious. The problem wasn’t just that, I have no idea why he was taking off his shirt, does that mean I was in trouble now? Last time he gave me a hickey; I wonder what he planned for this time.

on his shirt are ripped off, and his sexy chest as well as his abs are shining brighter than her future! He’s looking at her putting on a disgusting expression. She keeps looking at his abs, still holding the collar of his shirt while choking on her saliva. “Don’t tell me you are looking at this puppy’s abs!” he says to her, and then she comes to her senses. She quickly spares his shirt, but her cheeks turn red out of embarrassment. “I-I’m extremely sorry.” “Y-your shirt is all torn!” she tells him, but making her choke again, he removes the shirt from his body. “Argh, what are you doing?” she asks him. He places his torn shirt on her hand. “What will I do with it?” “Keep it with you; you w

"Very daring, aren't you? Take them off completely then" Much to the dismay of the little angel on my right shoulder whispering to take a step back. I listened to the devil. If there was one thing I liked about Zorin, it would be his body, and I'm not rejecting an opportunity to see it from up close. I slid the shirt from his arms one by one, lifting my finger to touch the little skull tattoos littered on his chest he caught my hand. "Take my shirt" I blinked. "Excuse me?"

God, she was pretty. And she was wearing the shirt, which made me smile behind my hand. That shirt was what had drawn me to her in the first place. A crossover from two of my favorite shows, it depicted Lucille, the bat from The Walking Dead, and the Winchester’s Chevy Impala from Supernatural, with text that read, “Dad’s still on a hunting trip.” A fan of both shows, I’d understood the message and laughed the first time I’d seen it, wishing I had a shirt like that. It’d actually taken me a couple of seconds to realize the material of that shirt stretched across a very lovely set of feminine breasts. When my brain finally registered what I was seeing, my eyebrows perked up and my gaze wander

Rolling her eyes, Bella slipped her arms around my neck and allowed me to lead her around the kitchen to the beat of the song softly playing in the background. “You don’t need to hide behind the wall, sweet pea.” I raised my head and searched until my eyes locked on Sin. The sight of her actually made me miss a step, making Bella and I stumble. “Sorry,” I told Bella, pecking her cheek and then stepping back. “I don’t have any dry clothes,” Sin whispered, still standing in the doorway. My eyes trailed over her, taking in the wrinkled shirt she wore that ended at her knees. I tried to fight the smile, but lost. There was no hiding how I felt seeing her wearing my shirt when she could have aske