Characters With Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

I crave for his touch in my sleep, in the office, whenever I set my eyes on him basically. I really really like this one, and it's so embarrassing. I rushed home to get ready because I'm very particular about how I look around that man these days. Red and black seems to get him in the certain type of deranged mood that I want him to be around me always so I've been incorporating those colors especially. I'm now more of a red lipstick girl when I've flexed nude or something lighter for years.

It was still brown dry leaf color, and matched perfectly with the dark and outlined eyebrows. And her lips... those lips would make me learn to kiss without ever losing my breath, just so I don't have to stop. She wore a red lipstick, and that was her only makeup. The woman's skin was perfect, it looked soft and that kind that calls to be touched, like velvet and cotton. Even from afar, I felt stunned. And when she looked at me, the world seemed to break.

"Oh yes, but your lips are red like her lipstick, Anthony." Shit! She was too thorough in this matter. Before I could defend myself, Anthony chimed in first. "How many lipstick products are circulating in this country? You can't accuse one person of only wearing one color. Meanwhile, you have many colors. And my lips are red because a woman thanked me for something, that's it. Good evening, Mrs. Anthony, don't thinking too much."

I giggle as I sprint into our home, trying my best to ignore our limo driver. I make my way upstairs to our room and quickly check my reflection in the mirror. I definitely look like I’ve been worked over. My hair is messy and is sticking to my face and neck from a thin sheen of sweat covering my body. My breasts have small bite marks on them, my thighs are still covered in my juices. My face is flushed, and my lips are swollen from Vincenzo’s rough kisses. I make quick work of taming my hair and grab my tube of red lipstick. I pop the cap, staring at the bright red color- a color I have grown to hate and fear. I steel my nerves and grip the applicator tightly. I won’t live in fear of anyone

Placing my hands on hers, she stops and looks up at me with worried eyes and her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Running the pad of my thumb along her bottom lip, she releases it, and my cock twitches in my pants. She reaches inside her jacket and pulls out a tube of red lipstick. With my brows furrowing, I watch as she removes the cap, winds the handle and glides the crimson stick across her lips, lathering them generously. Popping her lips, she replaces the cap on the tube and puts it back inside her jacket. She hasn't the slightest clue that such an innocent act makes me delirious with need.

Fuck, that red lipstick made my skin on fire. Her mouth was poison. That’s all I could think as Rosalie glared up at me from the bed with her lips swollen from tequila and defiance. Her body sprawled in that fucking red dress like a taunt. My taunt. "Fuck you," she spat, but her chest heaved and her pupils were blown wide—whether from alcohol or anger, I couldn’t tell. "I’m doing you a favor," I growled, leaning over her. The scent of her, it was sweet liquor and something darker, hotter, wrapped around me.

My brows furrowed in confusion. Why isn't he answering? Has he gone somewhere? Just when I concluded Xavier must have gone somewhere, I heard a small "come in" from the other end. Grabbing the knob, I twist it before pushing the door open. My eyes widened as I saw the scene unfold in front of me. Xavier stood there in the room along with a woman whose brown hair ruffled all over the place. Her blood-red lipstick was smudged. She was dressed in a revealing top. Her breast almost spilling out of her dress and extra tight and small skirt as if she'd just come from some club, her arms crossed and her features amused.

I don't know things about that. A smile can be seen on her lips as he closes his eyes while waiting for Kianna's hand to touch his lips. Holding a lipstick in her hand she gently dips her pointing finger to the red paste. Leaning to reach his face she tap her finger to his lips making the red tint of the lipstick paint his lips.

It read, "Look fabulous with just one application!" Her features were defined and her lips were plump. Even without makeup, her cheeks had a faint blush. She was very attractive. At this moment, she pointed at the bright red lips and pouted slightly, as if she was inviting people to kiss her. She was usually low-key, but with the application of the red lipstick, she was really breathtaking! There was a circle of crowd around her, they were either makeup artists or salespersons. She was standing on the stage alone with a rose in one hand and lipstick in another. She was smiling faintly and striking different poses.

He growled. “Ah, I die. Your business dies.” I chuckled. “Do you really have to be so prideful?” He smirked. “And who taught me that?” I raised my brows. “Dad you lose this time,” Jackie interjected, chuckling. I looked over at her. She had red lipstick on her lips and she wore a short pink gown with black leather boots. Then she got off the table and grabbed a cigarette from the ashtray. I watched her and nothing about her reminded me of Normani. She was the opposite. She had heavy makeup on her face, pretty, not Normani pretty.