Kiss: Rock Band Members Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes, ready to have my fantasy become a reality. “Aiden?” A deep voice called. At his name, he turned and once again the spell was broken. My hand dropped to my side. I was beginning to think I was cursed when it came to kissing him. Ben, wearing khakis and a polo shirt and looking very professional was looking down at us from the path back to the resort. “I heard a shriek. Everything okay down there?” “Everything's fine,” Aiden assured him. I smiled at Ben, but I really just wanted to hit him. This was the second time he had interrupted a kiss.

His fingers dig into the flesh of my thigh, a possessive contact that announces more. Everything blurs. Time. The muffled sound of the music still filtering through the door—a slow bass rhythm that now seems to beat in time with my pulse. I am nothing but raw sensations: the texture of the cold wall against my bare shoulder, the overwhelming heat of Evan's body against mine, the metallic taste of our kiss mixed with gin, the short breath hissing between our lips when he breaks contact to gently bite my lower lip.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

But the only word echoing in my head is karma. And the question that haunts me: who is paying the price? Me? Eva? Annaida? Damon? Because right now, every single one of us is suffering in our own way, caught in the wreckage of what has unraveled. . . . . . . . Hi All, Just a headsup those who have read KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL would clearly understand the insinuations of this chapter. From Chapter 93/94 of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL.

They all laughed and some of the tension died down. Lefty was a perverted sadist with a twenty-four seven slave waiting back in California. He lived the life of total power exchange, though the other members of the band tended to wince when faced head-on with the absolute dedication to his lifestyle. Rocky, their bass guitarist, lived quietly with a submissive man as his partner. To each their own kink, which was one of the reasons the dynamics of their band worked so well. Krispin knew what he was doing when he had brought them together. Stephon and Matt were unable to kick back and relax because they wanted to speak with Jewel. Matt called for a car to be sent over without asking Stephon.

"The moment is now getting dangerous, Selena..." The sound of his voice is luring me even more. It become much more deeper, huskier, and darker than the usual. His careful and cautious touch turns sensual and the tender rhythm of his kiss slowly become rough, demanding, and needy. On the back of my head, I know that I must complain.

There were a sudden pause in our part as if we forgot this part of the ceremony. Randall leaned in, his touch gentle yet firm as he cupped my face. His kiss was unexpectedly tender, with a faint smell of musk, it was warm, powdery, and sweet. It was a brief moment, but in that stolen breath, a connection sparked, a promise whispered.

"Don't fucking do that. I'm not Derrick, I'm your longest friend. I know you more than these guys." "It's all good, bro. I'm just looking." "You're doing more than looking. You pointed out new guy to Derrick.” "You would have done the same." "Yeah cause messing with her is fun sometimes not because I'm jealous of a guy talking to her." "Relax, I'm just looking." I almost tell him about the kiss. I can't do that cause then he'll want to know when I came and why I didn't attend the meeting I told them I was attending, things I never want to talk about.

“Alistair.” “Jasmine.” He led me onto the floor just as the music swelled again. “You dance well,” he said. “So do you.” He chuckled, his gaze flicking to where Dormani stood with the other woman. “Friend of yours?” I smiled thinly. “Something like that.” We moved easily, laughter bubbling up when I missed a step. Alistair seems to be a cheerful man with little to worry about, according to his ridiculous schedule, which he keeps talking about.

"Long time no see, Azy!" The manager shouted and tapped me on the shoulder. I chuckled with what he did. "Hello, idol,” I said before laughing. He frowned and pointed at Izen and Frinsc who were talking to each other. "Here she is," Frisnc said and pointed at my direction. I immediately went to them as well. "Have you thought of playing anything?" I asked and positioned myself on the drums. Izen was on the guitar, Frisnc on the keyboard, and Jaicz was frowning while sitting infront the electric guitar.