Hateful Love (King of Aces #1)

by T. Ashleigh

“Well, go on then.” I blink, confused. “Go on, what?” “Leave. You won’t hurt my feelin’s.” He gives me a dismissive wave. “Bye, golden boy.”

“The fuck is your problem with me?”

“I don’t like cocky, self-centered assholes who think their shit don’t stink. You walk around like you’re better than everyone else. Well, guess what? Just because your daddy has

money and runs the town don’t make you better, just makes you privileged.”

“That’s bullshit. You don’t know a thing about me. You made up all these ideas in your crazy-ass head.” “A spade’s a spade,” he says with so much conviction.

“Yeah. So, what about you then?”

“What about me?” “You wear a chip on your shoulder the size of a planet, treating everyone else like dirt to make you feel better about yourself. You act all tough, but you’re not.”

“What you are is pathetic.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re weak.” “Shut your fucking mouth!” he growls, and I smirk, loving every second of this. “You only put on a front because you don’t want people to see the real you. The broken bit of human that lies buried beneath the facade.”

“You’re wrong!”

He crowds my space, backing me up against a tree, and the bark snags my shirt, biting into my back, but I don’t care. This is too im...

I look into his eyes, my hands are fisted at my sides as he glares. “What are you gonna do, Silas? Hit me? You finally going to be a man and⁠—”

His other hand fists the front of my shirt while he closes the distance between us, the full length of his body lining up against mine perfectly. I reach up, gripping his forearms out of reflex, ready to break his hold. Only, I don’t.

I don’t push him off.

I’m just standing here, hanging on by a thread while I wait for him to make the next move. The tension between us i...

Yes, fuckin’ fight me. Fuckin’ do something! I scream in my head, hoping my eyes convey the same emotion.

digging around in my pocket for a lighter only to be slammed into from behind, causing me to drop my pack of smokes to the ground. “What the hell?” I yell out, feet stumbling over fallen tree limbs. Then I’m flipped, my back slamming roughly against a tree as the air is knocked from my lungs in the process. My eyes widen as I stare at Blaine in complete shock.

Did he just manhandle me?

“You think you can say whatever you want, spew bullshit about me, and I’m just going to keep letting it slide?...

Did he— Did he actually just hit me? I know I should be mad, but I’m too startled to do anything but stare at him. I can feel the trickle of blood trailing down my lip an...

“I dare you.” I glower at him, waiting for him to make another move, and I can see his eyes pinging back-and-forth between mine as his brain tries to process his next step. He rears back and I tense, fully expecting the feel of his flying fist again, so I’m even more shocked when he releases an almost silent curse before smashing our lips together. What in the actual fuck?

Then I reach up, swiping my jacket sleeve across my lips as I glare at him. “Did you just fuckin’ kiss me?” I growl, advancing on him once more.

It’s like a game of cat and mouse, only I don’t know who is playing which role.

goes to move around it, but I’m faster, reaching up and grabbing his throat, slamming him back against the bark. He releases a little groan at the impact and the sound makes my dick jump, which only pisses me off more. I get in his face, teeth clenched hard, and bite out, “The fuck was that?”

His eyes are wide as he looks at me with fear

Warm puffs of his breath brushes against my own lips as he tries to com...

Adam’s apple bobs under my palm with every swallow. I’m raging, like a bull ready to charge and take out its target. It feels intoxicating. My blood is on his lips, smeared like some fucked-up lipstick, and his huge gray eyes are so lost, to the point they suck me into Wonderland. That’s the only explanation I have for what I do next. Down the motherfucking rabbit hole we go. I lean forward, smashing our lips together. He releases a startled gasp and I take full advantage of it, shoving my tongue into his mouth. His hands come up, gripping my sides, and he strokes his own tongue against mine, fighting for dominance as he tries to take over the kiss.

I give back to him just as good, flicking my tongue before nipping his bottom lip. He groans again and then uses his body weight to flip me so my back is now against the tree. His hand releases my shirt, only to come up and fist the back of my hair. Then he rolls his hips, grinding his rock-hard dick against my equally hard one. Oh, my… What is happening? And why the fuck does it feel so good? I grind back, loving the way he moans into my mouth. Yeah, he loves this.

“You like my kisses?” I ask, reaching up to run my finger across his blood-tinted lips, but he smacks my hand away. “Screw you,”

advance quickly, knocking him flat on his back before sliding over him. Blaine goes to hit me, but before he can, I grab his wrists and pin them down on the dirt over his head. He glares, rocking his hips up, trying to buck me

“Let me the hell up.” I chuckle, shaking my head as I lean down, my mouth ghosting over his when I speak. “But I’m just gettin’ started.” Then I kiss him again, not at all caring about my busted lip.

I have no idea how we got here. One second I was ready to beat his ass and the next we were kissing. I’m just going to blame it all on pure insanity. That’s literally the only excuse I have for this. The way he gets under my skin, how he has me ready to lose my mind. I get so lost in his lips that I let my guard down again, and a second later, I’m flipped once more. The twigs are biting into my back as he straddles me. He looks down at me, chest heaving, eyes wild before he comes down on me fully. We’re connected from our mouths to our thighs as he dry humps me into the dirt.

Everything he’s doing feels so good. My dick’s harder than it’s ever been. Jesus, how is that possible? How can I hate someone so much ...

how he’s running the show, and how he thinks he’s in charge. Wel...

wrap my legs around his calves to flip us yet again. He releases a surprised grunt when he collides with the earth. “Fuck,” he barks out, glaring at me. My hands are on either side of his head, my face inches from his as I stare down at him. His eyes are glazed and lips swollen from my kisses. He’s so blissed out with need. And God… I like it. I kiss him again and he m...

on the forest floor like two animals mauling each other. It’s dirty, crazed, and honestly, really damn hot. His hand slides down my torso, pushing up my shirt so his fingers can play with the skin near my belly button. He’s teasing me and he knows it. I growl, pressing my hips into him harder, hoping he’ll get with it and fucking touch me. He releases a little chuckle, and ...

“I don’t⁠—” He presses his finger to my lips, eyes ping-ponging between mine, then he whispers, “Don’t ruin it. For once, just shut your fucking mouth.” Then he grabs my neck and slants our lips together once more. His hand continues down to the button of my jeans, getting them open before shoving his hand inside, fingers wrapping around my dick. He’s not hesitant. Not resistant at all. Just dives right in and begins stroking my cock, and I have to admit, I like his confidence.

snarl, biting down on his lip hard, enjoying the whimper he releases into my mouth. I don’t know why I care if he’s been with another guy, but I push the thought away when I realize I’m about to come.

work open his pants, holding back my moan when his dick springs free. We’re about the same size, but he’s just a tad thicker and cut, unlike me. I can see the bead of pre-cum resting on

the tip and I run my finger over it, loving the hiss he releases at my touch. “You like my hands on you, Blaine?” I ask, teasing him for a second longer before wrapping a firm hand around his length.

“Fuck,” he cries out, back bowing off the ground as he chases my pumping hand. “Keep going.” I jack him, loving the way he gasps on every downward stroke. He’s so hot to watch. The way his eyes hood and how he’s biting down on his lip, so lost to sensation and the pleasure I’m giving him. It’s enough to make me break. I lay my body over his again, maneuvering our pants down some before adjusting until our dicks are lined up together. I’ve never done this before, but I have watched enough porn, and I’m familiar with frotting. So I spit in my hand a few times, getting my p...

dig the fingers of my other hand into the dirt by his head, trying to ground myself so I don’t come too quickly, but the sounds he’s making and the incredible sensations I’m feeling are so overwhelming, I know I won’t last. I kiss him again, swallowing his sounds and working us both over. His hands fist in my shirt and ...

his just as the first wave of my climax hits. I grit my teeth, eyes slamming shut as I let the power of my orgasm wash over me, and it just keeps coming, rope after rope of my cum slicking us up, making it easier for me to glide up and down on h...

“Come,” I bark out, ready to see him lose his damn mind. He rocks his hips once, twice, before a guttural cry tears past his lips and he’s bathing my hand in his cum. And yeah, I have to admit, that...

Not because I had sex with a guy. While it was a surprise, I couldn’t care less about that, but because of who it was. My

fucking enemy. Who fucks their enemy and likes it?

buttoning his pants. I snort, eyeing him in amusement. “The feelin’s mutual. Tell anyone about this I’ll. Kick. Your. Ass.” I jab him hard with a finger on each word.

He bats my hand away, only to step into my space once more and slam his lips against mine for a hard kiss. Despite my frustration, I open eagerly. My teeth cut into my already busted lip and the metallic tang of blood coats my tongue when he pulls away. He wipes his mouth, looking disgusted. “Never again.” My heart pounds, but I manage a cocky smirk. “Whatever you say.”

I lean back heavily against a tree, trying to wrap my head around what the fuck just happened. But mostly, I’m wonder...