Velvet Seasons Novels & Stories

His body went entirely rigid as he blew a massive load deep inside me. I trembled beneath him, my own climax crashing over me in silent waves as I clung to his bare back. The only sound in the SUV was our ragged breathing. Then, the spell broke. Caleb pulled out of me, panting as he immediately began fixing his shorts. He grabbed his ruined shirt from the floor, using it to quickly wipe a stray drop of fluid from the leather seat, before dropping a soft kiss on my lips. "Thanks for the chat, Mrs. V," he whispered, “Can't wait for our next session Mommy.” He said with a satisfied smile.

Then— The first caress of leather on her skin. A soft *snap* that made her flinch. Not pain. Not yet. Just warning. Just *promise*. "You'll take everything I give you," Valerio breathed. "And you'll beg for more." Sera whimpered. Because in the back of her mind, she knew — She already would.

Feel betrayed already? Either man or woman, your lover might let you down one day The bass in Velvet Room pulsed like a heartbeat made of neon and regret. Bodies moved against each other under violet light, drinks poured over glittering rims and the hum of scandal traveled faster than any song played by the DJ.

LILA’S POV** The bass from the music vibrated through my bones as Jax led me through the private entrance of Velvet Chains. The club was nothing like I’d imagined. Dim red and gold lighting, black velvet drapes, the faint scent of leather, musk, and something darker — pure sex. Soft moans and the sharp crack of leather against skin drifted from hidden rooms. Elegant people in masks and expensive clothing moved through the space like predators, some collared, some holding leashes, some simply watching.

"Ah, hubby! You… Why are you back?" Sheila scrambled for the covers, trying to hide, while Jeff was drenched in sweat, clumsily trying to get his pants on. My eyes were red with rage as I stepped toward them, knife in hand. "Tristan, what are you doing?" Sheila's voice shook as she screamed at me. However, I was beyond reason. "I'm going to kill you both." I swung the knife at Jeff, but he was quick. He grabbed the nightstand and hurled it at me. It hit me before I could get out of the way.

​Velvet. ​The name felt like a brand. It wasn't just a nickname; it was a cage. He had been watching me for three years. While I was trying to survive my father’s coldness, while I was trying to find a version of myself that didn't feel like a disappointment, Xavier had been in the shadows, counting my heartbeats. ​I sat up, the darkness of the room pressing in on me. I couldn't stay in that bed. It felt like a grave.

Marcus roared, flooding her with fresh hot cum, thrusting through the sensitivity to push it deeper. They didn’t stop. He spun her, bending her over the crate and taking her from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other rubbing her clit furiously. Bullets whizzed nearby. Viktor’s team was pushing in. The raw intensity pushed Pera over the edge again and again until she was sobbing with pleasure, body limp and dripping.

The way his voice had dropped like he wanted to drag me somewhere dark and remind me who I belonged to. “What kind of response?” Shawn looked away toward the city for a moment, then back. His voice was quieter now. Almost raw. “For approximately four seconds, I wanted to remove every external variable between us permanently.” Cold slid down my spine. “You mean Valdez.” “I mean everyone.” The honesty of it hit harder than anger would have. He wasn’t glorifying it. He sounded horrified by it. Shawn set the tablet down and dragged a hand through his hair, breathing slower now.

EVE I woke up naked, wrapped in silk sheets that finally smelt like Alex again. Pushing myself up against the headboard, a steady ache rushed through my body, the events of last night coming back to me. The exhibits. The secret rooms beyond The Valley. The sounds and the private show. Alex and Me. How my New Year's kiss was more than just a peck on the lips. How even after the night he gave me, we went home and killed the last few hours of the year underneath the sheets. I smiled thinking about it all.

I’d cum deep inside you and make you push it out so I can watch it drip down your thighs. Me: Yes. Fill me up. Use me. I want to be your secret whore. The heat between us was intense. My body was on fire. I was so close to coming just from the dirty words on my screen. ShadowHunter88: I’m too fucking hard to keep texting. I need the real thing. Meet me tonight. There’s a quiet bar called The Velvet Room downtown. 10pm. Wear something easy to take off. I stared at the message, heart pounding. This was reckless. Dangerous even. But the ache inside me was too strong to ignore.