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Velvet Rose (Black Silk Club), page 1
Copyright © 2024 by G. Elena
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To my readers who love my forbidden, older men smut.
Be a good girl and welcome to your darkest desires.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Velvet Rose is a novella prequel to the Black Silk Club series. This new series is a spin-off to the standalone In Desperate Ruin which MUST be read first in order to understand Rosalía’s backstory.
This book contains an age gap by 16 years. Rosalía and the MMC never met when she was a minor. I want to make it very clear that there was absolutely no grooming in her relationship with the MMC.
If you’re not comfortable with an age gap this big, please do not continue. Please put your mental health first.
Love,
Grace Elena
CONTENT WARNINGS
Velvet Rose has content for a mature audience over the age of 18.
Warnings include: bdsm club, positive kink rep, positive sex rep, explicit sexual scenes, slow burn, discussion of evolving eating disorder with fmc, age gap by 16 years, drinking, and cursing.
PLAYLIST
Welcome to New York (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift
bad ones by Tate McRae
slower by Tate McRae
Bitter (feat. Trevor Daniel) by FLETCHER
God is a woman by Ariana Grande
Don’t Blame Me by Taylor Swift
Read your Mind by Sabrina Carpenter
Glitch by Taylor Swift
Friends by Chase Atlantic
Paradise by Coldplay
think later by Tate McRae
Met Him Last Night (feat. Ariana Grande) by Demi Lovato
Sacrifice (feat. Jessie Reyez) by Black Atlass
Style (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift
Streets by Doja Cat
Deep Satin by Zach Bryan
safety net (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) by Ariana Grande
COMPLETE MESS by 5 Seconds of Summer
WELCOME TO BLACK SILK CLUB
WHERE DARKNESS MEETS DESIRE
MONTHLY FEE: $5000
NEW MEMBER VETO FEE:
$1000
BEFORE YOU ENTER
CHOICE OF VINE BRACELET REFLECTS YOUR PARTICIPATION FOR THE NIGHT
CHOICE OF FLOWER CHARM REFLECTS YOUR KINK ROOM FOR THE NIGHT
VINE BRACELET
SILVER: JUST LOOKING
ROSE GOLD: OPEN TO PARTICIPATION
GOLD: PARTICIPATING
BLACK: IN AN ESTABLISHED D/S RELATIONSHIP
FLOWER CHARM
BLUEBELL: Blindfold
CHERRY BLOSSOM: Claustrophilia
DAISY: Dominance/Submissive Training
ECHINACEA: Erotic Asphyxiation
FOXGLOVE: Food Play
GAZANIA: Gag Play
HIBISCUS: Humiliation (Degradation)
IRIS: Impact Play
KERRIA: Katoptronophilia
MAGNOLIA: Masochism
ROSE: Ropes and Bondage
SUNFLOWER: Sensory Deprivation
VIOLET: Voyeurism
WISTERIA: Wax Play
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
To Be Continued…
Black Silk Club
Also by G. Elena
Acknowledgments
About the Author
ONE
Garrett
I hope New York is treating you well.
I stare at the screen and reread the text about ten times before chucking my phone on the bed. It’s not like I don’t want to respond, but it’s been years since I last saw him.
I vividly remember it. Graduation. He smiled from across the quad while he was hand in hand with his girlfriend. I didn’t care at all and smiled back.
But this text… It’s so out of the blue that it makes me curious about what might have happened with him.
There’s also another part of me, the new Rosa, that doesn’t give a shit about him. I ended things for a reason and have been thriving with my new life here.
A knock at the door surprises me, and I see Clementine peeking her head in my room. Her blonde hair is in a messy bun, and she has a food stain on her white shirt from Dahlia’s mid-afternoon snack.
“You okay? I heard a very loud grunt.” Her eyes fill with worry the moment she sees my phone on the bed and my clenched fists at my side. She steps into the bedroom and walks over to me, clutching my shoulders.
I sigh. “Garrett texted me, no te preocupes.”
“Was it that bad of a text? It’s been, what? Over two years since you’ve seen him?”
I nod.
“Yeah, nena. I didn’t respond, though. There’s no point.”
Clementine is quiet, but her eyes are full of questions that she’s keeping down for the sake of my own sanity. She knows I don’t like to revisit things if I don’t have to. As soon as I felt an inkling of change in feelings for Garrett, I knew it was a sign. I had to go–there was better for me, not just romantically, but in life.
I don’t like to stay in situations that won’t uplift me in better ways. And now that I’m twenty-four years old, I’m really thankful to past Rosa for leaving that behind. Him behind.
There’s a cute giggle in the living room, and my heart warms. I smile widely before grabbing Clementine’s hand and dragging her to the noise. Dahlia is on my dad’s lap while he’s bouncing her up and down. Her dark curls sway with every movement, and her smile matches her mother’s.
“Hi, Dally,” I coo, coming up to her. Dad watches me with bright eyes as I reach my hands out, and he lets me pick her up. Her hands are soft, reaching for my face and touching every surface.
“Estás bien, mija?” Dad asks as Clementine busies herself, looking through the baby bag and bringing out a rattle before handing it to me. I shake it in front of my baby sister, and she makes little grabby hands, attempting to reach for it.
“Sí, papá. Nothing to worry about. Did you enjoy your trip?”
He nods as he glances at my best friend, and I peer at her before her cheeks grow rosy. She’s been doing that a lot since she’s been here. I know how flustered she gets around my father. It’s evident in the way she has been looking at her engagement ring every second she gets.
He proposed to her the first night here, and I helped plan it alongside Frankie. It was nice to do something for the people we love, and Frankie even came to New York a little earlier than they did to help me with the proposal setup.
Clementine couldn’t stop crying once he popped down on one knee. Dally giggled in my arms, and Frankie stood right behind me with his hands on my shoulders. He even leaned down and whispered in my ear that this might be one of the best moments in his life.
“We should tell them,” Clementine breaks my thoughts, and I glance at the engaged pair, wondering what other surprises could be better than an engagement. I hear Frankie shuffling in my kitchen. Dally grabs a fist of my hair and pulls lightly, making me wince as I untangle her chubby fingers.
“Tell us what?” I ask as Dad still stays silent, but a growing smile fills his face as Clementine’s eyes go from me to Dally and then to the kitchen.
“Frankie! Clementine’s looking in your direction, so you need to get out here. Ahora!” I yell over my shoulder.
“Ya voy,” he shouts back before I whip my head in his direction to see his large figure entering the living room and crossing over to where we are. His brunette hair is a little longer, and the scruff he had a few days ago has grown into a mild beard. Heat flashes low in my belly with an unfamiliar urge to touch it.
I quickly dismiss it as he approaches me, looking down and smiling brightly before ruffling Dally’s hair. She squirms in my arms before squealing. There’s no verbal discussion from the one-year old required as I shift and move her to his arms, allowing me to cross mine over my chest and look back at my dad and best friend.
“So?” I ask.
Dad leans toward Clementine before grabbing her hand and pulling her into his lap. She laughs before settling on him, and that’s when it happens in slow motion. His hands go over her belly and rub it in slow, circular motions. I haven’t even registered the collage of pictures Clementine holds in her hands until now.
“En serio?” I blurt, my eyes scanning my dad’s hands before glancing up at them and then turning to look at Frankie, who looks just as shocked. “You didn’t know?”
He shakes his head. “No idea, but I’m not surprised. Ella no bebió nada de alcohol esta semana.”
He’s not wrong. Clementine kept drinking water while we went out to eat. Even when we got sushi, she had veggie rolls. The signs were rig
I jump in my place before running to Clementine and my dad, wrapping my arms around them in as big of a bear hug as my arms allow.
“Ah, mija,” Dad mumbles while Clementine whispers, “I hope you’re not mad.”
I lean back before looking at them both. “Mad? How could I be mad? Dahlia is the best thing that’s happened to me, and now I get to have two siblings? This is the best fucking day of my life!”
Frankie gets closer as I pull myself from them, and Clementine reaches out for Dahlia. Once she’s in my her arms, Frankie’s hand lays on my shoulder for a moment, and it feels like a sizzling hot iron making its mark. I don’t even think he realizes how much this one touch affects me.
I distract myself by grabbing the picture collage my dad picked from Clementine’s hands and studying the sonograms. The baby looks tucked up into Clementine’s womb, and my eyes get a little teary.
“Do you know what it’ll be yet?” I ask through a sniffle. Frankie’s hand rubs smooth motions over my skin, and it calms me in a way. I look back at him, but with the close proximity, I have to crane my neck a little.
His brown eyes are locked on mine before his lips curl into a small smile. I lift the collage up for him to see a little more, and he leans into it. His cologne wafts my way, and it makes my head a little dizzy.
“Not yet. We want this one to be a surprise,” Clementine starts. “I was thinking that the next time you come home, you can be the one to open the results, and then we can have a gender reveal party.”
I nod ferociously. “Of course, nena. I’d be honored.”
My eyes get teary again, and Frankie’s hand falls from my shoulders as I close the distance between Clementine and me, wrapping her in another hug with Dahlia in the middle.
“It’ll obviously be a while, but we wanted to let you both know before we went home,” my dad announces.
I smile, letting the tears fall. His eyes shine from the excitement of it all, and it feels like this moment trumps the damn engagement. I worked day and night planning it with my dad and Frankie for weeks, but I know this will take even more planning. I want Clementine to have the best gender reveal.
“Congrats, cabrón,” Frankie finally says, and my dad takes this moment to stand up to hug Frankie.
I give Dally a kiss on her head before kissing Clementine’s forehead. Her cheeks are still rosy, and this must be that pregnancy glow they always talk about. I didn’t see much of it when she was pregnant with Dahlia, but they only initially visited for a little while.
This time, I can evidently see the way her cheeks are redder, her skin is more dewy, and her figure is showing more. I guess I just preemptively thought it was because she was still occasionally breastfeeding. My knowledge with babies is low, but I’ve been trying to educate myself for Clementine.
I take Dahlia again from Clem before watching Frankie step back. He glances at me for a moment before giving me a small smile and heading back to the kitchen, but not before he throws a wave and another congrats.
I bounce Dahlia in my arms before looking at my dad and best friend. “You guys have to drive back soon, right?”
They both nod before Clementine goes to sit on his lap, and it’s the sweetest sight ever. Well, besides my baby sister.
“Yeah, Dally might like visiting you, but the road trip isn’t the best. She’s very fussy if you can believe it,” Clementine mentions.
They’re quiet for a moment as I nod. I’m going to miss them, but I’ll see them soon enough. There was a moment after visiting NYC for the first time when Clementine begged me to move back. It was during the hardest part of her pregnancy when she just really needed her soul sister, so I hopped on a plane and stayed for two weeks before going back home. I ended up having to come back to Sunny Cove a month later for her labor. That’s when Dad asked me the same question —if I could move back.
I knew they didn’t mean any harm by it, but I had to tell them that Sunny Cove wasn’t my home anymore. It was theirs, and that was okay. I love New York City, and I’ve grown so much in the past two years of living here. More than I ever could have if I stayed in that small town.
Clementine watches me for a moment before giving me a reassuring smile, and even Dahlia rests her fingers on my cheek as if they both can read my mind.
“You okay with Frankie hanging around here for a little?” Dad asks with a raised brow and humor in his voice. I look at him and roll my eyes.
That’s when I hear dishes clanging, and I know Frankie’s already making himself at home again. He’s been doing that anytime we come back to my apartment as a group. It brings me back to the other night before Clementine and Dad arrived. The moment I got the notification from my doorman that he was here in the lobby. I ran down (well, used the elevator), and he literally pulled me in for a hug, picked me up, and twirled me around until I was screaming.
It was different from the other times I saw him. There was something about this that made me keep overthinking things. But I’ve been dismissing every thought in hopes that he can’t read my mind.
He’s my Uncle Frankie!
Even though he’s not my dad’s brother by blood, I still see him that way. I have to, at least. He’s like family, even if lines have become blurry recently on my end. But I have to remind myself that his lines are very much opaque with a damn neon sign above saying “will never cross.”
I’m working a late shift tonight and just wanted to get my clothes ready until I saw that text from Garrett. My head snaps to the kitchen, where Frankie is on his phone. His legs are spread out comfortably on the chair. He’s got his brows scrunched, and his lower lip tugs between his teeth.
I nod at Dad. “I think I’ll be okay. He promised me dinner tonight before I head into work, so I can’t say no to that.”
“Your roommate isn’t coming home soon?” Clementine asks, and I shake my head. Luisa’s working a double at the same club I work at, so she’s been gone since one this afternoon.
“Nope, we’ve got the place to ourselves. I hope you guys enjoyed it better than the last apartment.”
“I like this one way better, mija,” Dad answers. My last apartment was a nightmare where the maintenance was shitty, the landlord didn’t care about safety, and my roommate was a slob.
I’m just grateful I found better this year to continue living in New York. The moment my coworker, Luisa, told me she was looking for a roommate, I immediately jumped at the offer.
“I want to visit again, maybe alone?” Clementine speaks up. She looks at Dad, who smiles brightly. “You’d enjoy a whole week alone with Dahlia, wouldn’t you?”
He nods. “A whole week con mi flor? Por supuesto. In fact, we should start planning that so I can get all her favorite foods.”
“Like what?” I ask with a laugh as Dahlia touches my face again, and I pat her bottom before shifting my feet and bouncing her slowly.
“Those damn puffs! He gets her all the flavors, and I have to remind him that those are snacks, not full meals.” Clementine huffs.
“She’s like her mother,” Dad argues with a laugh. “I can’t say no to her. Especially with those pretty eyes and chubby cheeks.”
I look at Dahlia, whose eyes match her mother’s. She looks up at me in wonder, and my heart melts. “If she asked me to steal the Declaration of Independence, I would right this second,” I agree.
Dad and Clementine laugh as we hear a faint grunt from Frankie in the kitchen. I take that as my cue to see if he’s okay and lean down to give Dahlia back to her parents. Once I’m nearing the kitchen, Frankie looks up from his phone and shifts a little in his seat to straighten his posture.
“Everything okay?”
He nods and runs a hand over his growing beard. His brown eyes glance at me briefly before moving to the kitchen table. “Yeah, just can’t seem to find a place for dinner. Lo siento, Rosita. Most of them have reservations that are completely booked.”
I give him a smile before closing the distance and giving him a side hug to the best of my ability while he’s sitting down. I squeeze his shoulder. “It’s okay. I think I know a place that might let us steal a table.”
