Hateful Love (King of Aces #1)

by T. Ashleigh

I’m the one who kissed Silas. I kissed Silas Richards. Fuck, I didn’t just kiss him. We got each other off, made each other come, and I gave him a parting kiss as if to thank him. Seriously, what did I just do?

“I’m sorry, sir.” “Sorry?” He scoffs and then downs his scotch. “One sloppy throw and that’s what happens. You need to work on your timing.”

“Yes, sir.” “And that incompletion…”

“That’s—” Dad pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut tight before looking at me. “Go to bed, son. We can talk more about this tomorrow.” “So looking forward to it,” I mutter under my breath.

Silas isn’t the only broken human hiding beneath a facade.

I’m the one who begged him to keep touching me with a whine on my lips. I’m the one who basically kissed him goodbye. I couldn’t help it. I was trapped. Everything about him that I hated just turned me on at that moment. That hot, sticky tension between us just bubbled and boiled over until it exploded. It was magnetic. At one point, I looked into those depthless brown eyes and became hypnotized. The husky tone of his voice, his little drawl, and the taste of nicotine and danger was my undoing. I don’t even realize I’m stroking my cock until my stomach tightens. Then I look down, completely horrified that I’m touching myself to Silas Richards of all people, but just like earlier, I can’t stop. I don’t want to. It just feels so damn good.

picture us rolling around the forest floor, wrestling for control. We’re completely naked, sweating and panting against each other. He sinks those stupidly perfect white teeth into my neck, breaking the skin, and my cock jerks in my grip.

What would it feel like if he… What if I flipped him over? What if I spread what’s sure to be a nice ass and look at his hole, holding all the promise for something tight and hot?

Yeah, I’m definitely losing it because my horny mind doesn’t even waver at these insane thoughts, just cont...

Would he cry out in pleasure? Would he beg for more? Would he curse me out a...

Silas’ fucking eyes. I come with a silent moan, clamping my teeth down on my bottom lip so as to not wake anybody up. I coat the tiled wall with my orgasm, my chest heaving as I come down from my high. It’s once the water washes away the evidence of my deed that I realize what I’ve done. I just jerked off to thoughts of my mortal enemy. And fuck, it was good.

make sure we’re on the same page, and make sure he keeps his delicious and devious mouth shut. Fuck.

I open my mouth to ask what he means when someone comes barreling through the door, grabbing my attention. I stiffen, jumping from my seat, ready to deal with the interruption, but stop short when I see it’s Blaine. He’s marching up to me, face red and angry as he stops at the counter.

his jeans and pressed polo—and it makes me momentarily forget to ask what he’s doing here. “You,” Blaine grits out, jabbing a finger in my direction. “I need to talk to you, now.” His demand should piss me off, but the growly tone sounds way too similar to when I was getting him off.

I reach down to discreetly adjust my jeans before clearing my throat and cock...

The fact that he got me off is just an added bonus. Anyone could do that. A hand is a hand… “Enough,” I snap, realizing that I need to stop my friends.

“You, come with me.” “Let me go,” he grits out, smacking my hand as I tug him. “I can walk without you pulling me, heathen.”

“Aw, are we using pet names now? Did we move on from second base? Do I need to take you on a date?” “Do you want people to hear you?”

“And fuck you by the way, that was not a compliment. Do you even kno...

Suddenly Blaine’s got his hand around my throat, pressing down, and the raw fury in his face is something I’ve never seen before. I never imagined he could look like that—so ready to kill me. “What are you doin’?”

he has on my throat is so tight I can hardly breathe.

“And what are you doing? Ever heard of personal space?” “Whatever you say.” I smile cockily. “But you didn’t seem to mind it so much last night.” His cheeks flush and his Adam’s apple bobs temptingly as he averts his gaze. He can try to hide his eyes, but I know he’s recalling it just like I am. Like I have been all morning.

That’s right, Blaine, remember all the things I did to you in the dark. Remember how much you liked it.

“Fuck you, Silas! We’re not doing that!” He reaches up and swipes at his mouth angrily. “What’s wrong with you?” I cock a brow, unable to hide my confusion. “Isn’t this why you’re here?”

“No!” His jaw is set in a harsh line and his face is flushed, which gives me a rush of excitement.

what did you want?” He clears his throat, pressing down on his already wrinkle-free shirt. “To tell you to stay away from me.”

“You came here to tell me to stay away from you? In what world does that make sense?”

“I said what I came to say. I’m leaving.” Not so fast.

I crowd his back, forcing his chest against the wood, holding him there. Oh, this is a position I could get used to.

“You know, if you wanted to do it again… all you had to do was ask,” I whisper as I gho...

His skin is warm, and it takes everything in me to bite back my moan. He lets out a little noise, showing me he’s just as affected as I am. I smirk, thankful the other night wasn’t just a fluke. He wants me just as much as I want him. I should question it, b...

He’s still silent, and I see his fingers digging into the wood, sure to leave claw marks. That evidence would be just as hot on my back. Fuck. He’s trembling underneath me, and to further crack his resolve, I start to run my hands across his stomach. “Blaine?”

“Where?” he croaks out, and the sound is like music to my ears. I’m reeling him in, ready to snatch him up.

“Four o’clock? School parking lot? I’ll take you somewhere.” I continue my assault on his skin, biting and nipping at the base of his neck. I like this spot. It’s just subtle enough that he could hide it, but somewhere where those jackass teammates of his c...

“Do you wanna meet me or not?” I grit out, unable to hide my aggravation with my semi-hard cock needing to know if it’s going to get some action later. Desperate fucker. He hesitates, clearing his throat, and I’m so sure he’s going to say yes until he rears back, pushing me off of him and snatching open the door. He steps out, throwing me a glare before marching off… never giving me an answer. I smirk to myself.

You can run, Blaine, but just know that I love the chase.

My cheeks are flushed with both shame and arousal as I flee from the shop toward my truck. Once again, what the fuck am I doing?

I was supposed to confront Silas and make sure he kept his mouth shut, but we ended up kissing again.

touched me and I melted, yielded like I was putty and his hands were God, molding me into whatever he wanted.

“B–Breathe,” I stutter as I put the truck in park and then slam my head on the steering wheel, my shaking fingers sweating against the leather. “S–Stupid… b–breathe…”

“B–b–breathe,” I say again, forcing myself to speak through my clenched jaw.

I just kissed Silas, again. I made out with a man. I felt his hard cock against my ass and groaned, pleasure racing through me at the contact. All that hard muscle touching me almost made me lose my mind.

Why do I have to care what everyone thinks? Nobody besides Landon actually gives a shit about me.

So I make a U-turn and head toward the school. Fuck it.

“You don’t have to worry. I won’t bite.” I pause, pursing my lips. “Well, that’s not true. The thought of bitin’ you sounds pretty fuckin’ good honestly.” “You just say whatever the hell you want, huh?”

“Not a care in the world? How are you so calm about this?” “It’s just sex.

“Is it because I’m a guy? If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never done it with a guy either. I’ve watched threesome porn though, so I’ve seen some stuff.”

Sex is sex. It’s not the end of the world. Two dicks, two pussies, one of each, multiple of each… The objective will always be the same. To get off.

“But we aren’t friends.” “And that’s a problem because?”

“That’s not messing you up even a little bit?” he asks, looking at me like I’m crazy. “Why would it? Angry sex is hot, and hate sex is even hotter.”