Hateful Love (King of Aces #1)

by T. Ashleigh

“What about me?” “What about you?” I bite back, ripping my arm away from him. “Ain’t you gonna finish?” I snort. Poor choice of words, Silas. “I did.”

“You fuckin’—” “See you later, asshole,”

Weeks pass by in a blur of secrets and sex.

I just know Silas makes me feel like I’m someone else and that’s the perfect escape from reality.

Either way, he wasn’t complaining about my skills when I was on my knees last night, sucking his cock so well that he came in less than two minutes.

He’s like an addiction, a drug of the worst kind that’s consuming me, and all I want is my next hit. I’m like an alcoholic dying for a sip, telling myself it’ll be the last one, but always wanting more. Silas Richards is my favorite vice.

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We have a dirty little secret that no one knows about. At first, I was worried that everyone would just somehow know what Silas and I have been up to but that’s the paranoia talking. Nobody knows we’ve kissed, and frotted, and that I’ve had his cock in my mouth, and it’s the most insane thing I’ve ever been a part of.

“Watch where you’re goin’.” “Fuck off,” I snark back, but my blood pounds hot when he rolls his lower lip between his teeth and smirks. God, why is he so hot?

“None of your business,” I snap. Landon takes a step back, his jaw slack as he looks at me like he doesn’t know who I am. Fuck. What am I doing? I reach up, pinching the bridge of my nose quickly before shaking my head. “Shit, man. I’m sorry. I just… I have a lot on my plate.”

“Are we going to talk or are we going to fuck?” He fists my T-shirt, both pulling and pushing me away at the same time, before biting my bottom lip. I hiss in pleasure as the metallic tang hits my taste buds. This. This is what I need. For me to be free of all the bullshit and just take what I want without giving anything in return. “Get on your fuckin’ knees,” he snarls against my lips, already trying to push down on my shoulders. Nope. Not today.

want to be in charge. I want to make him my bitch.

When he tries to get up, I straddle his chest and shove his face into my jean-clad crotch, throwing my head back when his nose rubs my cock through the fabric. “What the fuck?” he says breathlessly, eyes glazed when I let go of him. He slaps my thigh hard and tries to squirm out from underneath me. I don’t let him though, instead, tightening my thighs to hold him in place.

“You’re going to suck my dick,” I state,

“You’re going to lie there and let me fuck your face.” His eyes widen and I think I’ve caught him off guard. Fuck yes. I love that baffled look like he can’t comprehend what’s going on. “What?” I tease as I pull out my c...

“If you can do it, it can’t be too hard.”

“Oh, but it is hard,” I taunt, not being able to help myself as I mash his cheeks with my free hand, puckering his lips so I can slide my cock against them.

“It’s hard and aching and about to be in the back of that smart fucking mouth. ...

“Bring it on.” I moan at how good it feels. “If it gets too rough, just slap the floor.” “Fuck you. I’m not tapping out.”

I’m trying to hold back even now with every shred of reason I possess. But if he wants to play that way, we can. He doesn’t make it easy for me. Good. I don’t want easy right now. He can sense that I want the challenge, want to dominate him, want to use him as nothing more than a hot mouth because he slams his lips together and practically forces me to shove my way inside.

The smooth glide of his tongue hitting the underside of my cock makes my eyes squeeze shut, and I let out a loud groan. Fuck, that

feels good. Holy shit. He’s doing something with his mouth I can’t even comprehend, almost like he’s stroking me with his tongue and twirling it around the head as he slowly bobs back. Several cheerleaders have offered to suck ...

My enemy. The one person I’m not supposed to want. “Fuck, watch the teeth,” I hiss when a sharp sting hits me. “You’re shit at this.” He narrows his eyes and scowls around a mouthful of dick, flipping me off with one hand as the other slaps the floor. I pull out immediately, ready to mock him for tapping out already before he speaks. “I didn’t fucking use my teeth⁠—” “Seriously? You tapped out to argue with me?”

goes to say something else, but I shut him up quickly. “Forget it. Just open your damn mouth and let me do the work. Jesus, you make everything so difficult.” Once again, he opens his mouth to argue and I take that opportunity to shove my cock back in. I enjoy the way his hands tighten roughly on my thighs when I hit the back of his throat, watching him with careful eyes to see if he’ll hit the floor again, but he doesn’t. He has an angry look of determination as he keeps his mouth open. I pull back, giving him a chance to catch his breath. “Damn,” he rasps, his voice hoarse as he gasps for air. “Fuckin’ hell. You⁠—”

more smart remarks. No more arguing. I dig my fingers into his hair, holding his head up as I use him like my own personal cocksleeve. I’m enjoying

the sight of drool leaking out of his mouth and tears blurring those eyes that I can’t get eno...

“Get yourself off, because once I com...

can feel his hands shooting down and working their way to his pants. I don’t stop, however, but continue on with my brutal pace. He’s g...

I want the satisfaction of knowing he’s come undone because of me. “Yes,” I whimper, running my fingers through his hair. “I didn’t realize I had the perfect mouth waiting to suck my cock. Fuck, just like that.”

He still doesn’t tap the floor, not with his hands otherwise occupied. “Keep goin’,” he croaks out, his eyes filled with nothing but heated lust as he licks his swollen lips. “Fuck. Keep talkin’.”

“Oh, so you like being treated like this? If I’d known this is all it would take to shut you up, I would have put you in your place ages ago.” He groans around my cock, eyes closing as I feel him furiously trying to get off. “What is it, Silas? Having trouble? Don’t want to admit you’re choking on the golden boy’s dick?”

This feels too good. I’m too close to coming. My vision is blurring, everything beautifully hazy as the wet suction of his mouth brings me to nirvana. When he swallows around me, I growl, grabbing onto both of his cheeks to help guide his motions.

“God, Si,” I grunt, so fucking close, yet it’s not enough, but I know exactly what I need to get there. “Open your fucking eyes. ...

The second those brown eyes snap open, all is lost. I don’t give him any warning as I explode down his throat, my whole body twitching with the sheer force of my orgasm. When I feel him jerk and tremble underneath me, I know he’s coming too, and the satisf...

Jesus fuck. I feel like I’ve just run a marathon. I turn to look at Silas who’s having just as hard of a time as me trying to regain his breath. “You good?” I slur, basking in the glow of nutting so hard. “Too much?”

“Fuck you, Blaine. Since when did you get such a dirty mouth?” “What? Didn’t like it?” I mock, knowing good and well he did. “I didn’t say that.” Exactly.

“Gonna tell me what happened to make you go all Incredible Hulk on me? I mean, I ain’t complainin’ but it took me by surprise.”

“What the fuck, Raid? I don’t do that shit. Go find Bunky—wait, he what?”

“It don’t matter what I’m doin’. I ain’t gonna—”

“Fine. Send me the damn details. Next time, I ain’t coverin’ for your ass. Where do I pick up the package?”

“You didn’t hear nothin’. Get me?”

“Got you.”

“Good.” He surprises me again when he pecks my lips before stepping away. “I gotta bounce.”

“You comin’ or what?”

“I… What?” “Are you comin’ with me or not?” He sighs, rolling his eyes as he glances at his phone.

Do I want the risk of what Silas is so openly providing me? Fuck yeah.

I still can’t believe I brought him along for a run. It has to be that his mouth has put me under some weird dick spell because all other reasons don’t make sense.

Pulling out another smoke, I’m about to light up when Blaine’s voice stops me. “Another one? Really? You just smoked in the camper.”

“What’s it to you?” He lets out a little noise before I see him shrugging from the corner of my eye, and then looks down at his jeans. “It’s disgusting.” “You don’t seem to mind it when my tongue’s down your throat,” I toss back, thankful it shuts him up.

Did I piss him off? I didn’t mean to, and… Wait, why the hell do I even care? Riling him up used to be my daily bit of satisfaction and that shouldn’t change because he’s given me a couple of blow jobs. Really fucking good blow jobs but that’s beside the point.

“I’m surprised there’s no blood. I thought for sure my eardrum shattered.”