Velvet X Coco Novels & Stories

The next evening, Caleb walked into the hotel room feeling tired. He dropped his bag, took off his clothes until only his trunks were left, and collapsed onto the couch. Caleb tapped through his phone and started a W******p video call to Asher. The screen connected, and a moment later, Asher’s face appeared. His hair was slightly messy, and his eyes lit up the moment he saw Caleb. "There you are," Asher said, smiling. Caleb grinned. "We did it. I am officially collaborating with Maison Vernetti."

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.”

We were going to war… quietly. The Velvet Coil has never felt so alive. Music curls through the air; low and decadent, threaded with laughter that feels a little too loud, a little too intentional. Like we’re all trying to prove something to ourselves. Like if we drink enough, laugh hard enough, touch long enough, tomorrow won’t come sharpened with blades. Candles burn in every corner, their flames reflecting off velvet walls and dark glass. Someone, probably Lazriel, has conjured a spread of food that feels indulgent to the point of arrogance. Wine flows freely, stronger things too. This isn’t strategy, this is defiance.