Cleo Capone Kisses the Superheroine and orders her girls to tuck her away.

Velvet Vixen tenses as Cleo Capone steps in close—too close. Her perfume is rich, sultry, heady. Kendrick lifts her chin defiantly, even though her breath catches and her knees go a little weak beneath her.

Cleo’s hand gently tilts her mask just a touch.

“Look at me when I kiss you, sweetheart,” she purrs.

And then her lips are on Kendrick’s.

Velvet Vixen stiffens with shock, a muffled sound of protest caught in her throat—only to melt seconds later. Her head spins. The kiss is slow, deliberate, intoxicating. Her heart races. Her body trembles.

The henchwomen around them burst into laughter, catcalling and whistling like they’re watching a burlesque act. Kendrick feels the heat rise to her cheeks, shame and arousal tangling in her gut. Her knees almost give out.

Then Cleo pulls away with a smug smile and leans in to whisper:

“You taste like vanilla and bad decisions.”

Kendrick blinks, dazed.

“This was fun,” Cleo says softly. “But I have real work to do. Take the costume bimbo to the back, would you girls?”

She turns without another glance, already refocused on her blueprints.

“And when you're done, back to positions. We've got an armored car to rob by sunrise.”

Velvet Vixen’s head spins again—this time from whiplash—as Delilah and the blonde each grab one of her arms.

“Come on, sugar,” Delilah croons. “Let’s tuck you in nice and tight.”

“You can think about that kiss while you're helpless and all alone,” the blonde adds with a wink.

They drag her through a velvet curtain toward the rear of the warehouse. Behind her, Cleo Capone’s voice fades back into calm, criminal professionalism as she discusses points of entry and security patrols with her third henchgirl.

Velvet Vixen squirms, her cape fluttering behind her, heart pounding with a mixture of embarrassment, desire… and a growing need to escape and stop whatever Cleo is planning.