Lipstick Bite Novels & Stories

He stared back at me and I don’t know if I was imagining it but his lips seemed to curl faintly as if he was secretly snickering at me. I couldn’t think of a reason why he would do that so I turned back to Danielle, forcing a smile, “Nothing’s wrong with them.” “But there is,” Danielle refused to take my answer for it. “Your lips are red,” she added. I touched a hand to my lips and smiled again, “I think I bit myself while sleeping.” Danielle let out a gasp that I thought sounded too dramatic and then her voice softened, “Did it hurt?” I thought about it for a second then shook my head, “Not really.”

She teased. "C'mon...we weren't that dramatic." My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "Girl,you were choking and crying in the city of love." Julie rolled her eyes at me. "City of lights" I corrected. "Whatever." "Whatever " I mimicked her and she stuck her tongue out at me playfully. "I'm just glad you're getting your smile back." She said, stretching her hands to touch my arm before yanking a chili chicken from my hand. I snicker "Hey!"

My hand shook as I reached into my purse. I pulled out my red lipstick. The case was metal, cold against my fingers. I wanted to apply it, to compose myself, to become the impeccable woman who had walked in there again. But my fingers slipped. The lipstick fell to the wooden floor with a dry sound. I squeezed my eyes shut. The rage rose, hot and red, burning me from the inside. I bent down, picked up the broken lipstick, and squeezed it so hard I felt the shards cutting into my skin.

I asked, then crossed both of my arms in front of my chest. She rumbled inside her sling bag and brought out a velvet matte lipstick. “Wear this on. This has a scent that would draw his attention to you after a single kiss. It’s like you’re indirectly intoxicating him.” She giggled as she rubbed the edge of the lipstick on my lips. “Are you telling me that I have to give him a taste of his own medicine? That I’ll end up hypnotizing him just like he did to you before?”

Speechless and puzzled , l reached out and bite my bottom lip with my eyes on him. We we're silent for a moment with our eyes locked up . I knew it that l was going to blow blood if l keep on biting my lip down this hard . I could feel it wobble . However before I could stop doing it, Adrian's hand all of the sudden came down to my neck and his index finger slowly pulled my bottom lip out of my mouth .

Or maybe it was simply because I was no longer thinking straight, with this man who was staring into my pupils, making me crave something I'd hidden away for so long. "You've got the softest lips," he muttered, more to himself than to me. I blushed, looking away, and without thinking, lightly bit my bottom lip with my teeth. He made a low sound as his grip on my jaw became tighter, forcing me to look up at him. "Don't...do that." "Do what?" I asked, looking quizzically at him. "Bite your lip. Ugh, like that." I'd done it again without knowing. Although he complained, he seemed distracted by it. How could such a small gesture as biting my lip be causing so much discomfort to him, if that was

she asked, fingers grazing the hem of the black dress laid on the chair. Her throat was too dry to answer. Another woman moved to the bed, dragging a finger along the sheets. She lifted it. Examined the slick coating her nail. “Still warm,” she smirked. The third, the quiet one, stepped closer and tilted her head. “Where did he bite you?” Her mouth opened. But nothing came out. Lipstick Girl leaned in and brushed her hair back. Her fingers found the mark on her neck. Pressed it. The girl gasped.

I want something to hurt that is not the ache between my legs or the bruise forming on my neck where his teeth sank in. What did I do? The question circles my brain like a trapped bird, beating its wings against the inside of my skull. What did I do? What did I let him do? I press my fingers to the bite. It throbs. It burns. It feels nothing like the cheap blockers I scrub into my glands every morning. It feels permanent. It feels like a brand. Someone has marked me—claimed me—and I do not even know his name.

When I wore it, Brian was momentarily stunned. I suddenly asked. "Isn't it pretty? Let me go get another one…." Brian blinked once as if he were sober; he smiled. "Very nice, suits you." After saying that, he took the lipstick from the drawer and gave it to me. "This is for you." The lipstick is made of hard alloy in hand, creating a comfortable feeling of coolness; on the top of the case is engraved a letter K, and it is also decorated with a few small diamonds. I knew it was a valuable gift as soon as I saw it.

Suddenly, he clenched his teeth tightly, biting down so hard that his lower lip was almost bleeding. Vivienne was taken aback and quickly reached out to touch Asher's lips. "Don't bite! You'll bleed! Please relax." His eyes flickered but, following her words, he loosened his lips slightly. Vivienne cupped his jaw with one hand and traced his lower lip with the other, examining it carefully. Fortunately, although he had bitten hard, there were only deep tooth marks on his lip, and his skin hadn't been broken. Vivienne felt somewhat relieved.