House of Earth and Blood (Crescent City, #1)

by Sarah J. Maas

That color should be called Blow Job Red, Danika had said the first time Bryce had worn it. Because that’s all any male will think about when you wear it.

Perfect description of red lipstick

“Alphahole. Possessive and aggressive.” She waved a hand at his bare torso. “You know—you males who rip your shirt off at the slightest provocation, who know how to kill people in twenty different ways, who have females falling over themselves to be with you; and when you finally bang one, you go full-on mating-frenzy with her, refusing to let another male look at or talk to her, deciding what and when she needs to eat, what she should wear, when she sees her friends—” “What the fuck are you talking about?” “Your favorite hobbies are brooding, fighting, and roaring; you’ve perfected about thirty different types of snarls and growls; you’ve got a cabal of hot friends, and the moment one of you mates, the others fall like dominoes, too, and gods help you when you all start having babies—”

Sounds about right

She blinked at him. “You thought it was a sex toy, didn’t you?” He said nothing. “You think I keep my vibrator in my linen closet?”

Gosh I love how explicit and shameless Bryce is