Revenge Wears Red Lipstick Novels & Stories

My pussy is already dripping down my thighs. Jax and Marcus circle me like wolves. “Start the stream properly,” Marcus orders. I hit record on all cameras. The red lights blink on. Mr. Reynolds unzips his pants and slaps his thick cock across my face. “Open your fucking mouth, Mrs. Cheated-On. Time to show the world what a desperate revenge whore you really are.” I part my lips, eyes watering with a mix of shame, rage, and overwhelming lust, and take the first cock of my revenge down my throat.

And I wouldn’t lie, I came this close to scratching her eyes out. The only thing that calmed me down was my plans for revenge. Yes, I know I failed last time, but this time would be different. This time, I will come prepared. After all, “Revenge tastes sweeter when served with lipstick and lies.” “Excuse me?” Miranda asked, jolting me from my thoughts. “Oh.” I looked around the meeting room, staring back at my co-workers giving me questioning looks, and my face heated up. “I’m sorry. I got lost in thought.” I muttered sheepishly, avoiding Miranda’s narrowed stare.

Lucas continued, his voice steady, "the real revenge isn’t dirt. It’s exposure. The Smiths are worshipped as saints. Gordon has carefully balanced public perception.......half believe women throw themselves at him because of his power, the other half excuse him as just a playboy. But the truth is darker. They took everything from you. The best revenge is to strip away their mask, to take their power." His conviction lit something inside me. Hope, fragile but burning. "You’re right," I breathed. "I’ll think of something. We’ll talk tomorrow." "Perfect." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead. The gesture was so tender it startled me. Affectionate. Protective. For the first time i

Vivienne cursed through clenched teeth, her voice trembling as she struggled to contain the anger and humiliation surging from the depths of her heart. Her trembling fingers opened her handbag, grabbed a wet wipe, and scrubbed away the lipstick on her lips so harshly that her skin turned red and sore. Afterward, she opened her lipstick tube and carefully reapplied the dark red color with rigid precision. "I've truly become a convenient plaything for that damned Vance Clan," Vivienne hissed, her round eyes flashing with intense hatred. "Alistair, that old man, Julian, that hypocrite... they all treat my curvy body as though I'm some prostitute meant to quench their thirst!"

My greediness to taste him, to have him inside me, and to reach seventh heaven slowly pulled me away from my evil plans. “I miss this, Red,” I chuckled, looking at his manhood and thinking how it fitted me every time he thrust it inside me. The thoughts made me want him more. “Time for my revenge,” I whispered, not expecting to say it out loud. I knelt before him and licked my bottom lip, suddenly hungry for him. “I’ll stop if you close your eyes.” It was supposed to be a joke because once I began, I did not know how to stop. I flicked my tongue out and licked his crown.

They were filled with hurt and pain, the anguish of betrayal etched into every line and curve of my face. But I was glad for one thing, and one thing only—I had chosen to wear my signature red lipstick today. It was a bold shade that painted my lips with a fiery hue. It hid the paleness of my skin and the quiver of my lips, transforming me into someone who appeared strong and a bad bitch. As I reached the top floor, I didn’t waste my time and I stepped out of the elevator, my body tensed, my muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. The sound of my heels striking the carpeted floor seemed to reverberate through the empty corridor.

I let out a huge sigh, staring at my reflection in the mirror as I applied blood-red lipstick to my lips. If there’s one thing we Falcones had in common, it was that once our eyes were set on a prize, we never relented. Six was my prize, and I’d be damned if I stopped trying to win him. My lips curled into a smirk as I admired myself. I was wearing a red tube dress that hugged my figure. It stopped mid-thigh and revealed excessive cleavage. I bathed myself in perfume and twirled once. “Where is my prize?” I said cheerily.

Her lipstick was smeared, and every now and then her pink tongue snaked out to lick her dry lips. When Tessa finally reached him, Anthony fought back a laugh. For he gained what he wanted for himself years ago. Revenge and control. “It hu —” “Shut up, bitch,” Anthony growled before Tessa could even finish her sentence. “Did I say you’re allowed to speak?” Blood from Tessa’s ass, she closed her eyes as she shivered. Small bumps showing on her skin as she fought the urge to cry and weep. Anthony fought the urge to lick her tears. He was glad he hadn’t cum yet.

- Revenge, Gia, is a disease that consumes and corrupts. She opens a smile leaving the library and leaving the words loose, even if the puzzle tries to fit it is impossible to understand what purpose it is. Or just be a punishment, for my mistakes with her, with our family it would be a fool to imagine that pain doesn't please us, the way we were molded attracts us. Even if it's wrong, I take pleasure in every pain it takes to get Giulia and her long, white, Cinderella-style dress just to trap her in my farces.

she whispered into the air. Her boss and his date are now walking in the hotel corridor. She looked at her boss's back. She seemed to want to be trampled in annoyance. "I'll make sure to get back to you later." Instead of following, she got dressed again. She took the sexy red dress they bought from the suitcase. She had no plans to wear it because it was too revealing but because she was upset and eager to get revenge on her boss, so, she would wear it. It's a V-neck in the front as well as the back, so her cleavage and smooth back are visible. She paired it with red stilettos that were up to four inches high. She also reddened her lips. Satisfied with her getting up, she decided to get off