Velvet X Veneer Novels & Stories

By, Tamar writes 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 ✮•✮•✮•✮ ••BLACK VENOM COB•• Inside a room, Rexton could be seen laying on the bed with tubes connected to him as the machine beeped slowly at intervals.

"This screams confidence, don't you think?" It screamed something, but Kyoline didn't tell her so, and Pella and Kyoline burst into a fit of laughter, no longer able to hold it back. The consultant attempted diplomacy. "That style is from our bachelorette collection, actually…" But Ma Veneti did not care. She disappeared into the fitting room again only to resurface a minute later in another dress. Kyoline observed as she strutted across the floor towards them. This one was sheer, with intricately positioned feathers that left very little to the imagination.

The leer smile on his face almost made her gag. "That sounds adventurous mister.... and I love adventures" Venom laced her voice and she restrained herself from smashing the wine glass against his face. "That makes us a pair Selene... I love adventures... and exploring too" He ran his tongue across his lower lip as his bulge began to harden at his wild thoughts "What do you want from me then" She clutched her purse to push down the anger and hate bubbling inside of her.

“‘The petitioner receives… the secondary vehicle… a 2021 Mercedes… and… the contents of the… smaller wine cellar...’” Riven chuckled darkly, gripping her hips and driving deeper. “Pathetic. Keep going.” “‘…and the… jewelry gifted during the… marriage, excluding… pieces valued over… fifty thousand...ahh, fuck yes!’” He fucked her harder against the glass, one hand reaching around to pinch and tug at her nipples. The city lights blurred in her vision as pleasure built inside her. Every thrust pushed her breasts more firmly against the window, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the heat of his body.

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.

Vane’s voice drifted from the other side of the curtain, calm and detached, as if he were ordering a glass of water. Elara stood frozen in the center of the room. Her heart was a frantic bird trapped in her ribs. "I... I won't," she whispered, her voice trembling. "The contract said I was a consort, not a... a whore." The sound of his footsteps was rhythmic and slow. The curtain was swept aside, and Vane stepped in. He had removed his charcoal blazer, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar to reveal the tops of the black, living ink tattoos that coiled around his throat. He looked more human in his shirtsleeves, but infinitely more dangerous. The predatory grace of his movements was undeni

Maybe it was just an after-effect of a growth spurt? After a shower, feeding Viper and a change of clothes into a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans, Natasha left the house with a small device in her hand no larger than her own phone and the beeper she had damaged. It was the Life Cell. In order to get a new one, she had to return the former. The store was only one city block away as Natasha walked into the large building filled with electronic equipment. She stopped at the counter which was in the very center of the building.

Venice read. Vesta picked up her phone and took a picture of the part Venice read. "Then Chelle Durino!" Venice exclaimed when she found it. Vesta took again the photo of it. "Thank you for the help, Venice," Vesta said after Venice returned the book to the drawer. "Nothing as long as I could help, so why are you doing this to find their information?" Venice looked at Vesta full of questions. "Nothing, I just want to know who Xyrell's friends are because he didn't tell me," she lied.

Tristan is only my stepfather, right? So what are they cutting about? Another voice that’s not Tristan’s chirp in. “Ah, there you are. Fine as they say, indeed.” A man in a corset and leather shorts scurries in with an entourage of men dressed in silk pants and crop tops. They holler in unison. “Hello, darling. We are the Velvet boys. Sculptors of perfection. We’ll glow you up to Pakhan's preference. Say glam and start?” I blink, once, twice. “Huh?”

he rumbled warningly. Velvet looked up at him coquettishly from beneath her lashes as she popped the button on his jeans. "I need you, daddy, stop fighting it" she purred, dragging down his zipper. Zavian's impressive cock sprang free, and Velvet wrapped her small hand around it. She gave him a few experimental strokes, admiring how thick and long he was. A bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip and she used her thumb to spread it around the head.