All Chapters of VELVET HEAT:100 FORBIDDEN FANTASIES : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Hey.”Leah looked up from her notes, startled.Victoria was standing across the table, arms folded beneath her chest, casting a shadow over the open textbook like she owned the whole damn library.The room was quiet..very quiet. Just the sound of pages turning in the distance and the faint hum of the overhead lights. They were alone.Leah’s stomach dipped.She was used to Victoria’s passive-aggressive jabs, the lingering glares, the hushed whispers behind her back. But lately, the vice-president’s disdain had grown teeth…sharp, bold, deliberate.Leah stared up timidly. “Can I help you?”Victoria’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk. The kind that said she already knew something you didn’t.“What do you have with the school president?”Leah blinked. “W-What?”“I said…what’s going on between you and Eden?” Victoria repeated, folding her arms tighter across her chest. Her breasts strained against her cropped varsity jacket…eye-catching, but not quite as full as Leah’s beneath her

“What the hell’s wrong with you, President? You look like someone ran over your ego.”Victoria was sprawled out on Eden’s leather couch like she owned the place, her legs crossed, phone in hand, chewing gum with exaggerated disinterest.Eden slammed the door hard behind him, chest heaving.“How the fuck did you even get in here?”She didn’t flinch. Just raised a perfectly arched brow and stretched like a lazy cat. “Spare key. You gave it to me…remember? Back when you used to let me ride more than just your car.”Eden ignored the jab, pacing the room like a caged animal.“What happened?” Victoria sat up, eyes glinting with curiosity. “What’s got the ice-cold golden boy acting like he’s one second away from burning the whole campus down?”“Leah,” he growled.Victoria’s lips curled.He stopped pacing and turned to her, expression tense. “What’s her relationship with Liam Montreal?”Victoria blinked. That was unexpected.She knew exactly what Eden wanted to hear…and exactly how to twist i

Victoria kissed her again…deeper, slower this time. Her hands roamed Leah’s hips, gripping her backside as their legs tangled. Leah moaned softly into her mouth, still flushed and trembling, her breath shallow from the intense high.“You're so sensitive now,” Victoria murmured, dragging her tongue down Leah’s neck, across her collarbone. “Bet you could come again if I just...”Her fingers slid between Leah’s thighs once more, finding her swollen, slick clit with practiced ease.Leah’s gasp turned into a whimper. Her hips bucked.Victoria didn’t stop. She rubbed slow, tight circles, watching Leah unravel all over again. Her other hand cupped Leah’s breast, pinching her nipple until Leah arched.“You're such a good girl when you're being used,” Victoria whispered darkly. “So filthy and desperate. Just like I knew you were.”Leah’s body trembled. She grabbed the sheets as Victoria fingered her pussy again, curling and twisting until her thighs were shaking.Victoria shifted, pulling Leah

The moment the taxi peeled off, engine rumbling down the cracked backstreet, Rylee stood there in the club’s parking lot…barefoot, mascara streaked down her cheeks, thighs still sore from the brawl, and one strap of her dress hanging like a wounded soldier.“Oh, Rylee, you look rough,” snorted one of the strippers…Zena..from the front porch of the rundown clubhouse, cigarette dangling between two chipped acrylics. Her laughter echoed under the pink neon lights that read Velvet Flame.Rylee shot her a withering glare. “Mind your f*cking business, Zena.”Zena smirked, unbothered, blowing a thick cloud of smoke. “I’ll be minding it all the way to my VIP client. Heard Luigi's got a whale tonight. Unlike some people who keep giving away freebies.”Rylee flipped her off and stormed past her, ignoring the hoots from a couple of drunk bikers loitering by the dumpster.The moment she stepped inside the building, the throb of bass from the strip floor below hit her in the gut. The place reeked

Cartier Estate Suites, West Tower | 8:04 p.m.“You’re not supposed to be here, dressed like that,” the man at the entrance repeated.The smugness in his voice made Rylee want to claw her nails across his overstarched blazer. He didn’t even bother to hide the disdain in his tone, glancing down at her outfit like it was contagious.This hotel was nothing like Velvet Flame. It looked like something ripped out of a modern-day old money dream..polished marble floors, gold-trimmed pillars, grand chandeliers shaped like glass galaxies. The staff here didn’t smile. They judged.And she stuck out like a middle finger at a garden party.Rylee looked down at herself. Faded denim jeans, skin-tight and lovingly abused by years of stretching over her curves. Her tiny green crop top read “BAT BITCH” across the chest in bold black font. No makeup. Hair half-tied. Her loafers were clean though..thank God. If she’d worn heels, her ankles would’ve snapped from pacing.She looked hot. But she didn’t look