Velvet X Veneer Novels & Stories

“Whatever she kept there was important.” Demi was quiet. “Her stationery,” she said. “She kept her stationery in the right drawer.” She put her hand over the worn pull. Frankie kept working. Chapter 4: The Finish The veneer was the hardest part. Lifted veneer required patience and heat and the specific skill of knowing how much pressure to apply and when, the veneer brittle and the adhesive old and the substrate needing to receive a new bond without losing the old character of the surface.

Her skin prickled under the weight of his gaze. Velia knelt beside the bed, her knees pressing into the thick Persian rug as she looked at the wound. The gash was angry and red, the edges puckered where the skin had begun to knit itself back together. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus on the task rather than the man who bore it. With practiced care, she dabbed the salve onto the wound, the sharp herbal scent cutting through the air. Venom didn’t flinch, didn’t so much as twitch, but she could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles coiled beneath her touch like a predator poised to strike.

They felt stronger like this, in their true forms, their power brighter, clearer. Vergel released her lips to stare down at her, his breaths harsh, pupils dilated so only a thin ring of purple could be seen. “Easy, Baby. We’ve got you.” Exhaling a shuddering breath, she let her lids fall closed again and relaxed back into Finn, trusting in him to hold her up while she gave herself back over to the pleasure. Like vines, their power twinned around her: Vergel’s, cool and electric, whispering against her like a midnight breeze; Finn’s, warm and sinuous, washing over her like sunshine in the spring.

“You’re saying the real man is there somewhere under the skin?” “I’m saying he might be…Only might.” Veline chewed her cheek worriedly. Her hands threading through her wispy dress to comfort herself. She swerved her hand into a concealed pocket between the folds of her skirt. She pulled out a tiny, stoppered vial that could have no more than a few drops of pale blue liquid inside. She lowered to set it on the ground. “If you get the chance, pour this on his skin.” I stared at her in shock. How in the world would that ever be possible without me getting gravely punished?

“Understood, Your Highness.” The soldier bows again and leaves. Venus is now feeling more confident. If I can get the powers of Veneer for myself before Eduard, I will be able to break Alexa’s curse and the mate bond I share with that useless buffoon! She tells herself. “That damn witch will bend to my will!” She swears. …

She chimed, running her fingers through the lashes of the flogger made out of rope. Hanging the leather item back onto the rack, I walked towards the back right corner of the room where there was a big wall restraint, with a bunch of red vinyl-covered cushions placed in the shape of an X. I stood on my tippy toes to try and feel for the leather cuffs at the top.

The professional veneer they had maintained in front of his mother completely evaporated, replaced instantly by a raw, suffocating physical tension. "You didn't just protect the infrastructure," Xavier growled softly, his voice thick with a deep, primal hunger as his hand came up to grip the edge of the table right beside her hip. "You protected me. You dismantled my fiancée and a multi-billion-dollar firm before I could even draw my weapon."

I sit on the edge of my bed in the half-dark, thighs pressed together against the low throb that's been building since the delivery box arrived this afternoon. The new Nexus Veil headset stares back at me from its sleek black case, matte finish catching the faint blue glow from my bedside lamp. No bulky straps like the old models. This one is a slim visor with soft neural pads that mold to your temples and a thin band that wraps around the back of your skull. They say it reads your arousal metrics down to the millisecond, syncs haptic feedback straight to your nervous system.

As the clock struck six thirty, Alessia finally submitted the third draft to Wilda. On the way home, she stopped by a supermarket to pick up groceries. As she passed an electronics store, she paused, then decided, why not. Fifteen minutes later, she came out with a brand-new box of virtual reality headset. This would keep Milo occupied while he waited for his precious tablet to return. *** Logan and Heath sat in a private room at The Velvet Lounge, an exclusive, high-end club known for its opulence and luxurious ambience. The dimly lit room was adorned with plush velvet furniture, and the walls were decorated with ornate mirrors and glistening crystal chandeliers.