TayeSteele

"We're standing uncomfortably close and he makes no sign that he intends on moving from the position in which he has me pinned against the door, unable to flee. His eyes run down my face, my neck, over my cleavage, and he makes a sound of appreciation from his throat.  He dips down to kiss me and I open to him on contact. Bringing his hands up to either side of my jaw he cradles my face, giving me a far sweeter kiss than last time. Unhurried, less desperate, but somehow it holds more intensity than last time. When he moves to deepen the kiss I give no objection, tilting my head, and lifting my arms to throw them around his neck."

There's nothing quite like the freedom of college. For many young adults, it's their first experience with life on their own, but for Vale Clarke, it's about more than that. It's her one and only chance to carve a new path for herself away from her dysfunctional family. When she loses her scholarship she's faced with two options: come up with the dough, or kiss her future goodbye.

Inspiration strikes her when she meets Kaden West. A hot rock prodigy born with a silver spoon in his mouth and a sense of entitlement to match. How far is Vale willing to go to lock down the future she wants?

TW: Depictions of drug and alcohol use/absue, mentions of past trauma. May contain scenes of dubious consent.

Sex Sells

Jesus, Black Canvas is fucking killing it. The audience is a writhing mess of excitement, full of people singing the lyrics to their songs as though they've heard them a million times before. Girls are throwing their bras or sitting on their boyfriend's shoulders. Crowd surfers glide over the top of the mob, some of them making it all the way to the front only to be ushered out the side, others falling into crevices that open up in the crowd itself.

We're standing in the wings watching the performance from backstage. I can't lie, seeing Kaden up there is doing things for me. The power he holds over his audience, his stage presence… I would bet my left kidney that we're going to see his name in lights one day.

Kaden glances to the side, catching my gaze as I watch him, completely enthralled, taking in the way the sweat rolls down his forehead, and his breathing is ragged from the effort it takes to keep the crowd in the palm of his hand.

Bohemian Rhapsody