Vox X Velvet Novels & Stories

I pressed my hip into his, my glare sending her scurrying. Dante grinned down at me. “My fierce principessa.” The night dragged, bids whispered, egos stroked. Nico wrapped with the BMW X5 Protection VR6: “3.0L inline-6, 335 hp, armored core, top speed 130 mph.” Clients buzzed, wallets itching, but we held firm, no prices yet. Let them stew. As the last VIPs filed out, Dante pulled me into a shadowed corner by the Nissan Patrol Y63, his mouth claiming mine.

He set his phone beside hers. On the screen: a press statement, stamped with Velvet’s signature branding. Elegant. Cold. Calculated. “Velvet condemns any unauthorized filming within its premises. The recent footage circulating online has been doctored, edited, and falsely framed. We are pursuing immediate legal action.” “Velvet has always stood for discretion, artistry, and mutual consent. Any implication otherwise is defamatory.” And beneath it: – Board of Velvet, 6:02 AM EST Isolde whispered: “They’re fighting back.”

“You wouldn’t know it. It’s quite an unpopular brand.” He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, one eyebrow raised. “I’m asking what brand, not for you to tell me stories, amor.” She rolled her eyes, though the affection in her gaze was unmistakable. “It’s ‘Velvet Bloom.’ Happy now?” Xavier nodded, a slow smile curving his lips. “Good girl.” He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a moment as if savoring her. Then the air shifted. He closed his eyes. Veronica did the same. The moment their lips met, the kiss ignited.

Gabriella, missing the point entirely, teased, "I thought you'd want the joy of having two women." Xavier's expression immediately clouded over. Gabriella motioned for Violet to get in, assuring her that Velma would arrange for a tow truck for her car. Violet gratefully scurried over, opened the back door, and settled into the rear seat. Her clothes were damp, but luckily, a dry towel was right there—one Xavier sometimes used after a run to dry off, possibly even one he had just used. She then asked softly, "Is it alright for me to use the towel to dry my hair?"

he asked, puzzled. I pointed to my office door. “Let's talk here.” We stepped inside, and Victor looked around, still expecting someone else to join us. “So, where is he?” he asked, even appearing to be a bit impatient. I scoffed, crossing my arms and staring him down. "You're looking at her." Victor sputtered, his confident facade cracking. "W-what?!" I leaned against my desk, letting the moment sink in. “Yes, Victor. I'm one of the founders of Velvet Vibe. Jessica and I built this company from the ground up after I resigned from Elixir and Jess moved to Amsterdam.”

Within seconds, her fingers danced across keys, bypassing basic encryption, isolating recent logs. A file name blinked. FLESH.ROOT.BACKUP She opened it slowly. Inside were fragments—old auction data, blackmail logs, even early scans of her own image file used for pre-sale catalogs. Her stomach twisted, but she kept reading. And then—an unexpected entry. Not from Julian. Not from Gabe. From Cristiano. “Shipment diversion request. File delay on subject S.V. original lot. Buyer reroute authorized. Authorization code: CMar24—CR.” She stared at the initials.

I said all in one breath, too embarrassed to spend another moment with them. …. I made up an excuse to come home earlier than scheduled but there is some truth in my excuse as I did become a little sleepy with all the pampering. However, all my sleep vanished, my eyes popping out of their sockets as we went up the long, curvy driveway, bringing me closer and closer to the gorgeous, shiny Lamborghini Veneno, just like Xander except that this one was white in color compared to his charcoal grey one and it also had a big red velvet bow on it.

“When I asked what you guys do for fun around here, this is not at all what I expected.” “But it’s like ten times better right?” Veronica says standing in front of the mirror and analyzing her raven colored outfit. She had come to my room to get ready since both our rooms were right beside each other. “So what’s the plan exactly?” I slip on my black fitted long-sleeved gown which reaches mid-thigh. “Well, as you know there are seven floors. We’re on the third, and Rhea’s on the second. The guys are also on the second.” She chooses to make her hair a little wavy at the ends while I straighten mine.

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“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.