Vicious Lips Movie Novels & Stories

Not sorry," Kevin licked his lips in fervor and she couldn't help but notice the bruise that she had left. Though it has started to fade, it was still there on his flawless face reminding her of that night. Kevin pulled her closer to him. Unknowingly his thumb began to caress the sensitive skin near her mouth never once leaving the sight of those plump lips that fitted too perfectly against his when he kissed her. "Every action has its consequences." His thumb began caressing her skin sensuously making its way to those tempting brims. Her lips were looking too tempting at that very moment. Rosy, parted, slightly swollen, and shaking. He put his thumb on her lower lip, rubbing it slowly he dr

he mumbled under his breath, but before I could comprehend what was happening, his lips captured mine brutally. I tried to pull away, but his grip on my wrists tightened, making escape impossible. His kiss was more of an aggressive attack on my lips, fierce and unrelenting. His lips claimed mine as if he wanted to brand me, possess me entirely. His tongue pushed into my mouth, exploring every corner, every crevice. It was a battle for dominance, and he was determined to win. His taste was intoxicating, a mixture of whiskey and something uniquely Vincenzo. Our teeth occasionally grazed in our aggressive exchange, his body pressed harder against mine, pinning me further to the wall. I could fe

With a sudden movement, he stretched out his hand and grabbed my chin hard, his fingers digging into my skin. "Let me go, Lucas!" I screamed, or tried to – my voice came out weak and raspy. I gathered saliva in my mouth and spat at him, right in the face. He didn't move for a second. The saliva trailed down his cheek. Slowly, with his free hand, he wiped it away, looking at his wet fingers as if examining something curious. "What manners, Vicky," he murmured, his voice dangerously calm. "You should be thanking me. I still have all our videos, you know? Just thinking about how you were more... passionate, the unusual positions. It would be a shame if they ended up on the internet or in the ha

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

After she said so, she reached for my arm and smacked my palm against her face. Surprised by this sudden turn of events, I couldn't stop myself from leaving a heavy imprint of a palm on her face. Almost instantaneously, Zephyr pushed me heavily down the stairs, and I rolled all the way to the ground like a ball. My entire body hurt so much that I couldn't even make a sound, and the cameras of the paparazzi were practically smudged in my face. "You're Theresa? The actress, Theresa Carter?" "Goodness, since when did you become so fat?"

Stumbling back three feet, caught off guard, Wicked snarls, touching his lower lip with a look of rage blazing in his green irises. “You fucking bitch!” Wicked growls, looking at his fingers that have a splash of blood tainting them. Ele violently wipes her hand across her mouth, then spits at Wickeds’ feet with disgust. “You will live to regret stealing a kiss that didn’t belong to you, Wicked Ripley.” She hisses as she straightens her spine. “My last set of words weren’t for you to prove me wrong.” A sinister chuckle vibrates from Wickeds’ chest as he combs his fingers through his silky black hair. “It’s true what they say about the Drakos’ women.”

It was a brief moment before he bent down, searching through the man's pockets. "Where's the list, Dory?" Lucas inquired, still searching. "You assured me he had it on him." Dory? As in Mr. Dorian? "Check inside his boxers," he joked, earning a glare from Lucas. Turning back to me, he remarked, "Back to you, Ms. Attractive. I hear you've been causing a stir. Ms. Dimitri was telling me about your lack of respect." He pushed the knife into my skin, causing a sharp pain. I resisted the urge to glance down, sensing warm blood trickling down my neck.

Hrose-colored lips were plump and perfect for kissing. “Good evening, have a seat.” Victor stood up, pulling out her cha. Quickly once over, he rapidly averted his eyes before someone saw him. Their arms brush one another. Contact. Victor’s entire body ignites into flames from that one little touch. His raging desire for this dark-haired beauty is so intense that it practically steals the very air he was trying to breathe. Admittedly to himself, he wanted to feel her in his arms, more than I wanted my next breath of air.

Until now. Victor’s jaw clenched. One large hand shot out, gripping her jaw with firm, calloused fingers, forcing her head back. His thumb pressed roughly against her full lower lip, parting it. “Oh, I remember, Lila. I remember every fucking detail. The way you stood there staring, thighs pressed together like a desperate little slut who wanted a taste. You think I didn’t see how soaked you were?”

Forced into her line of sight. His eyes were terrifying. Bloodshot. Burning. Wild with hunger and desire. Vivienne's thumb settled against his mouth. Blood stained his lips. She wiped it away slowly. Deliberately. Smearing the crimson across his skin. Her voice dropped. Low enough that only he could hear. "Feel better now?" The corner of his jaw twitched. No answer. Her grip tightened. The look in her eyes became dangerous. "Because now it's your turn." A pause.