Heartbeat Lipstick Novels & Stories

Kim knew he was holding himself not to fûck her in the dining room, she jerks up from his legs, but he dragged her back. "How did you know she made the lipstick stain on my shirt?" He said in a seductive tone, she could feel his hot breath on her neck. "It's very obvious, the lipstick she had on was hand-made for her specially, That color is rare to find, back then at the brothel, Some girls make their make-up."

“I must admit… you are a pretty little Omega.” Heat rushed through me. My knees weakened. He stepped closer, studying my face. His fingers brushed my neck. I pressed my thighs together, heat pooling low in my body. “I don’t like the color on your lips.” He picked up a red lipstick from the table. “I… I wanted something casual,” I stuttered as his gaze devoured me. “Shhh.” He wiped off my gloss with his fingers and applied the red slowly. I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

"What do you mean? I'm okay with it, whatever it is. You don't have to worry. I accept you. But keeping it real with you as I have always done. I want to know more, but when you are ready to share." "Good, because I have something else I would rather share with you right now." Taesha blushed with her cheeks feeling like fire. He looks at her lips. What kind of lipstick is that?" He says curiously, peering at them. Taesha became even shyer about giving him the name of it, but she went on and said it anyway. "Midnight passion." Dexter looked at her lips, smiling with those dreamy eyes. "Hmm...I can't wait to taste it."

I coax. She takes the lipstick from my hand and pops off the cap. I watch from inches away as she glides the end along her top and then bottom lip. It’s dark red and sexy as hell. She presses her lips together and rubs them against each other in a practiced move I’m sure she’s done a million times. Why this fascinates me so much is beyond me. Fuck, she’s impossible to resist and I stop fighting it.

more lost than I already was, drowning in whatever this thing between us had become. Lexi shook her head with an exasperated sigh. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small tube of lipstick and a matching gloss, then walked over and pressed them into my palm. The cool metal felt grounding against my skin. "Here's the shade, Lena. Take it," she said, her tone softening slightly. "And for heaven's sake, make sure to reapply it anytime this idiot decides to kiss it off. Which, knowing him, will be roughly every five minutes."

His eyes blazed crimson as his hand locked around my throat. "I don't live in her head. How would I know?" My voice rasped under the chokehold as the suffocating pressure built. "Don't know?" His face twisted in fury. "She's kind and never makes enemies. The last person she saw was you. Who else but you would do something to her, you vile bitch?" The next moment, his palm cracked across my face. A loud slap rang in my ears, leaving my cheek swollen and burning. "Still want to talk tough?" Victor had lost all reason. He yanked my hair and smashed my forehead against the cold, hard floor. Pain exploded, and hot blood poured down into my eyes, dyeing the world in crimson blur.

After a moment of waiting, Cherry arrived wearing a flowery high waist short, flowery blouse, and flowery sandals, and even if Christmas is near still her outfit is for summer. “Hi!” She greeted me and went near me and kissed my cheek as a part of her greeting. “I know you are Lady because I can still remember you,” She said and she sits in front of me and takes one from my fun shot and eats it, and laughs. “This is my second time purchasing your product because I love the first red lipstick that I purchased from you… it is so very long-lasting…It is a super stay lipstick. I already ate and the lipstick is still there, I already toothbrush it is still there and I already sleep and when I wok

"And I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed." He turned around to leave, and that was when I saw it. Time seemed to stop. On the crisp, white collar of his shirt, right against the skin of his neck, there was a stain. A bright, vivid, crimson red stain. Lipstick. It was shaped like a perfect kiss mark, smudged slightly as if someone had pressed their lips against him with too much passion, too much urgency. And the color... it was a shade of red I would never dare to wear. It was bold, dangerous, and seductive.

Alhamdulillah. They broke it, both breathless, airless, gasping and vision almost blurry. He has her lipstick on his lips and she doesn't want to see her own lips. She knew she has nothing there now and didn't know how to walk out of the room with her mouth like this. Everyone will know what happens so after more hugs and innocent kisses, she called Nana to bring the red lipstick she had on and cleaned Mashhub's with his handkerchief. He chuckled at her frightened look and lean down to claim her lips again when a knock stopped him.

She was the senior executive administrator, polished, sharp, and never shy about wanting Damian's attention. Damian looked at me. His expression gave nothing away. "Nora, you joined the project late. The bonus pool was already closed." My heart sank, but I still managed a smile. "That's all right, sir." Then he opened a drawer and took out a long black velvet box. "I prepared something else for you." When he opened it, a lipstick lay inside. The tube was satin black and weighty, with a tiny M engraved on the end. The shade sticker read Crimson Vow, and someone had tied a narrow rose-gold ribbon around it with suspicious care.