Velvet X Coco Novels & Stories

I sink to the hilt with a guttural curse, feeling her clench around both cocks at once. “Fuck—tight—gods, Veleria, you’re strangling me,” I growl, teeth grazing her shoulder. “Such a good little slut for us. Taking two cocks like it’s nothing. Gonna take the third down your throat too.” She moans around Valentino—vibrations making him curse under his breath, hips jerking forward. Then we move. Synchronized. Ruthless. Worshipful. Vincenzo thrusting up into her cunt—long, deep strokes that hit that spot every time.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

His arms tightened around her and his large hands up and down her arms. She felt her heart thud unevenly. She reminded herself she mustn't enjoy this part too much. They had amazing sex but she would not built it into something it wasn't in her head. Her rose tinted glasses would remain firmly locked under. But a little post-coital euphoria wouldn’t do her any harm. Besides, how could she pretend that being cocooned in these big, strong arms was anything less bliss? Not to mention a surprise. Who would even think that the formidable Xavier de la Velga was a cuddler?

I got to Velvet an hour early again. Mikela clocked it immediately. “That’s twice this week.” “Slow day,” I said. Same answer. She let it go the same way. I was halfway through my makeup when she leaned into the doorway. “Your VIP clients came in last night,” she said. I still went. “When?” “Late. Didn’t request anyone. Just sat at the bar for an hour and watched the floor.” She tilted her head slightly. “Left without booking anything.” I turned back to the mirror.

“Veronica is coming.” ‘So that is her name... Veronica.’ Felix thought to himself, he did not felt the slightest of fear and worry of what Cassiopeia has said. He felt excited and thrilled to meet the woman, even on the fact that she will come to destroy them. He felt to himself that he wants to claim the woman as hers. And take what he wants. All his life he always believed and knows that, he can have whatever he wants no matter what it takes.

“You okay, baby?” She nodded, adrenaline surging. “I’m not losing you.” They stole one of Viktor’s vehicles and sped deeper into the forest. Ten minutes later, Marcus pulled over in a hidden clearing. The need was too strong to ignore. He yanked Pera into the back seat, ripping the shirt off her. His mouth attacked her breasts, sucking hard on her nipples while his fingers plunged into her soaked pussy.

Chapter Three Jett Luciano pov Two hours later I was thirty thousand feet in the air. The flight attendant brought a bottle of whiskey, even without me asking for it yet, leaned across me to set it down. Her buttons were open showing smooth skin and the top of her full tits. I let my eyes linger. "We have a problem." My business partner sat across from me. His facial expressions was dead serious. "Talk." "Someone took the container. The cocaine is gone.” I stared at him with fury,

“Xavi… Xavier… oh God— I was right there, trembling on the edge, thighs shaking around his wrist. “Not yet, Velvet. he rasped, pulling his fingers out completely just as I was about to shatter. A desperate whine escaped me. “Please… He smirked, that cold, dangerous smile that made my stomach flip. “I want you dripping and begging when I finally take you. Not yet, my innocent little Velvet.” His mouth replaced his hand, kissing and licking a path up my inner thighs again, so close to my aching center that I could feel his hot breath. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my soaked lace panties and slowly dragged them down my legs, eyes locked on mine the entire time. I was completely bare

Rylee said sweetly, tilting her head to one side, "is both an aphrodisiac and a paralytic…enough to flood your body with desire, but just enough weakness that you can't fight back." His breathing quickened. His body tingled. He tried to rise, but his legs wouldn’t cooperate. "You're insane," he said through gritted teeth. She clapped her hands twice. The door opened. Five women walked in. Each one tall, poised, and wrapped in velvet and sin. Women from Velvet Flame. Zena was among them…tattooed, leather corset, legs for days. She chewed gum and gave Cameron a sultry once-over. "Rylee, you bad girl…" she purred with a dark chuckle.

I wasn’t in the mood to socialize. “Crystal!” I heard Lucy call me. I cursed myself for not being quicker to turn around. “Hi, Lucy.” “Come, come.” She led me into the kitchen, where several people were already gathered, including Francesco. He was standing in a corner with a frown on his face, his eyes fixed on his phone. “We’re organizing a little surprise for Axel. Since he’s leaving for a month, we thought we’d give him a small gift.” It was the last thing I wanted to hear or do, but I forced a smile. “That’s a lovely idea, Lucy.”