Sinful Shirt Novels & Stories

They were perfect for him to wear to his shop, showing off just the right amount of skin to tease and tempt his patrons. There was a reason that Sin was known as the demon of lust. He fed into it and off of it, sex seemed to ooze from his skin. The shower turned off and I laid his clothing on the bed, moving to the dresser to grab a pair of boxers for myself and slipping them on. I grabbed my shirt, pulling it over my head as Sin came into the room. A fluffy towel tied around his slim hips. His wet hair was brushed back from his face, making him look younger than I knew him to be.

Sharlynn looked so excited as she started to look through several women's clothing stores. She stopped when she saw a blouse with a large bow accenting the belly. It was sleeveless, white, and looked elegant. The blouse was displayed on a mannequin in a store. Richie approached Sharlynn and saw that she seemed interested. "Do you want the blouse?" Richie asked. Sharlynn turned her head, a sweet smile on her beautiful face. The beautiful woman nodded firmly. "But it's still too sexy. Look for a plain t-shirt or blouse with less transparent material," Richie snapped.

I look for a nice shirt, but they are all in the dirty laundry. “It’s just pizza and a movie.” I hold up a long sleeve Motorhead t-shirt. “Do you think this one will be okay?” “Well, if it’s between that and the one with a rat eating a hot dog, then yeah, the band t-shirt is better.” Justice sounds disappointed. “Remember what your mother says about wearing heels?”

He just makes everything so fucking better. ~ "I'll get it!" Sinclair yells, coming into sight and my eyes drink him in; he's dressed in gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips with a shirt dangling off his shoulder. "You will?" He looks back at me at my words before shaking his head and throwing his shirt over his head. "Yes, Ma'am. " He jokes with a bow before heading to the front door and I look back at Ara with a smile. "Want more?" She shakes her head and stuffs the spoon in her mouth.

’ She demanded as he pushed up his shirt shoved off her panties and brought his large hand down with a responding slap making her yelp as it stung her still tender ass, ‘You think it is okay to come down to my office flashing your tits off to my men? Slap, slap, slap.’ ‘What are you talking about I’ve got your shirt on.’ She cried out and his hand c

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

It was stained with my blood and Selene’s lies. I reached for the buttons. My fingers were shaking so violently I couldn't catch the fabric. "Hurry up, slave," the guard snapped. "The Alpha’s orders were clear. You don't get to keep the finery you stole with your claws." Stole. I finally ripped the shirt open, the silk tearing with a sound like a dying breath. I let it fall to the damp floor. I stepped out of the soft trousers, standing shivering in the gloom. I felt exposed, not just because of my nakedness, but because the 'Defective' brand on my chest seemed to glow in the dim torchlight, mocking me. It was the only thing about me that was honest.

“You sound like someone who has.” I looked through the screen, though I could see nothing but shadow. For a moment, I almost wanted to tell him everything, the nights I doubted, the prayers that went unanswered, the weight of other people’s sins pressing against mine. But that wasn’t my place. I was supposed to be the anchor here, not another soul adrift. Instead, I whispered, “All sins can be forgiven.” The words felt fragile, hollow, like a candle’s last flicker before dying out.

If someone happened to get their hands on her phone, then even if she explained herself it would still look suspicious and could plant some thoughts in their head. With that out of the way, she took a very long shower after, making sure to scrub her skin until it was raw. The action was simple but made her feel like less of a whore. She then used some of the cold items in the mini-fridge to try and lessen the appearance of the hickeys on her body. The dress she was wearing to the wedding showed her collar bones but her breasts would be covered. She even put it on as she was dealing with the hickeys to see how bad it was.

I muttered, my heart immediately starting to hammer a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Again, Archie was shirtless. He stood there in the bright morning light, his skin gleaming, completely exposing his broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and a rock-hard six-pack that disappeared into his low-slung grey sweatpants. The sheer sight of him was overwhelming. My inner, passionate side woke up instantly, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring. “Why do you always go around the house naked?” I asked, trying to sound annoyed to cover up the fact that I was practically drooling over his hard muscle.