Hateful Love (King of Aces #1)

by T. Ashleigh

“I’m warnin’ you.” He’s trying to intimidate me, but it’s having ...

Yes, fucking, please. Warn me, Si. I love it when you’re all growly. “Do you write poetry about me? Have weird stalker picture...

Silas tackles me onto my back, his fancy bike finally forgotten. He hovers over me, one hand beside my head, the other wrapped around my throat in the way th...

Especially when I feel the sweeping motion of his thumb against my pulse point. “What are you going to do if I don’t?” I challenge with my ...

“Damn right, I am. You’ve been bitchin’ all night. Starved for attention? Tell me how you want it. Or how about I pick what I want instead.” “Actually…” I take in a deep breath, thinking about what I had planned for tonight.

I love how drastically things are starting to change. We’re constantly texting, talking to each other every chance we get. Silas is funny and sarcastic, and all the things that I used to hate about him

are really starting to grow on me. With football season over, we have a lot more time to spend together too.

“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper, not able to fight the nervous tremble in my voice.

“You… Really? Thought I was gonna have to fight you to top.”

“I—um—I want to go first. I don’t… I mean, do you want me to? Do you even want to fuck me? We can⁠—” I’m shut up by his firm kiss as he drops all his weight on me, and I gasp when he rubs our lower halves together, feeling the hard ridge of him digging into my hip. “Blaine,” he rasps in disbelief. “Does it feel like I don’t want to?” I shake my head, lost to the sensations. “N–No.” “It’s just…” “What?” “Are you sure you want to do this…” he trails off and gulps, breaki...

I reach up to grab his cheeks, pulling him down so I can nod against his forehead. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

His shuddering breath fans my lips. Then he kisses me gently before he stands, eyes full of lust. “Lube?”

Excitement bubbles in my veins and I scramble to pull out the packet I bought and stashed in my wallet. “Um, here.” “Condoms?” he asks as he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing every gloriously lean inch. I’m obsessed with his dark freckles and beauty marks that decorate his skin, tempted to trac...

“I— You actually…” He squints at me in confusion.“What?” “You’re all my firsts,”

“Not kissing, obviously. You’re not my first kiss, but everything else… Well… yeah. So, there’s that. That’s a thing. I’m sorry if⁠—”

He grasps my face and smashes his lips against mine, panting against my mouth. “Blaine, fuck, you’re gonna kill me. You need to get naked. Now,” he rasps, and it causes shivers to...

It only takes a few seconds for both of us to be completely naked, eyes eating up each other’s bodies. Silas is perfection. He’s not muscular or bulky but lean and toned. His pale skin looks so fucking soft, such a contrast for the kind of guy he is. The two thin golden chains around his neck that he wears...

me in shape, and I take pride in my appearance, but I’m just average compared to him.

Very slowly, he approaches me, running a finger down my quivering stomach, playing with my happy trail, and groaning when he palms my hips.

“Hands and knees,” he demands, his voice rough as he takes a step back and pumps his cock. “Fuckin’ move.” I shake my head, biting my bottom lip teasingly. “Who’s going to make me?”

until we’re suddenly attacking each other. It’s hot—a little violent—as we bring each other down to the ground. It’s so similar to when we were in the forest, rolling around as I force him on his back, only ...

He catches me by surprise, and I’m flipped onto my stomach. With all the strength he can muster, he hauls my hips back, forcing my ass up in the air. Then he pulls apart my cheeks, and I can hear the appreciative grunt he lets out, but I’m nervous at being exposed like this. I mean, it’s not every day someone looks at your asshole. “Never thought this would do it for me,”

“Jesus fuck, that’s a hot little hole.”

“Do something.” “Prep first,” he states, massaging one of my cheeks. “Gotta do that. Don’t want my dick splittin’ you in half.”

him. “I told you it’s not that impressive— Hey!”

Jesus, he could have warned me but Silas being Silas, he didn’t ease into it. He just pushed that finger inside in one fluid motion. I wiggle my hips, adjusting to the slight sting, but find that it doesn’t feel as weird as I thought it would. “Another?” he questions after a minute of gently moving in and out. “Yeah,” I say, wincing when he adds a second digit. Okay, getting slightly more uncomfortable, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. “What does it feel like?” he asks curiously, rubbing my lower back as he tries to scissor me open. “Like I have fingers up my ass, idiot— Ow! The...

“Put it in already.” “Fuck you. One more finger.” “Silas— Ow! Stop hitting me!” I groan, even though I secretly love it. ...

start becoming comfortable enough to actually enjoy it, he pulls his fingers out, sounding a bit breathless when he speaks. “Okay. You’re ready.” “Fucking finally,” I moan, holding myself up by my elbows as I prepare for what’s about to happen. “Go. Do it.”

“Blaine,” he says, a vulnerable tone in his words as he brushes his thumbs against my hips soothingly. “We can stop.”

“I’m not a quitter,” I snap, no longer nervous, but ready to get the show moving. I push my ass back, and he hisses when his cock slides between my crease. “I’m ready.” “Alright.” H...

“Fuck— Ow— Can you slow down?” “Stop complainin’ and just relax,” he grunts as he pops his head in. “You said you were ready.” “You try taking a baseball bat up your ass and see how you do.”

“With pleasure.” He stops, holding himself still before leaning forward to drape his chest against my back. Then he kisses just behind my ear, one arm coming to wrap around my chest and hug me to him. “Good, baby?”

Baby. The name makes me relax. The pain I was feeling—the pressure—it doesn’t magically disappear, but it does lessen. I don’t think Silas realized what he called me, but I did. And I fucking love it. I want him to call me that all the time. I want to be his baby every damn day and from now on, if he’ll let me. “Yeah,” I say, letting out a deep breath as I get used to how thick he is. “Yeah, you can move.”

“Thank fuck,” he groans, sliding out just to the tip before pushing back in. “Jesus, Blaine....

I nod when the pain morphs into pleasure as the realization that Silas is inside me grows. He starts at a steady pace—gentle but firm—and my eyes roll to the back of my head when...

“I know,” he grunts, palming my ass as he picks up his pace. “You like bein’ my fuck toy, baby? Like...

“Mhm,” I hum, unable to actually form any int...

I still feel it. It grows inside of me, pleasantly curling my insides, sending me to a new height, and making my balls tighten. “I’m… I’m going to come,” I gasp, cutting myself off with a loud moan when he wraps a hand around my cock. “Si!”

“Give it to me, baby,” he growls, fucking me harder, deeper, and faster. “I’m right there with you.”

It only takes a few more strokes of his hand before I’m coating it

with my cum. I let go of everything that’s been holding me back, all thoughts besides him and the warmth of his...

Silas still on top of me, and he surprises me by pressing wet kisses to the back of my sweaty neck. “So fuckin’ good.” I wait a beat, trying to catch my breath before speaking, unable to...

“Momentary insanity.” “You can’t take it back,” I tease, still laughing as he rolls off me to lay on his back ...

watch as he turns his head and narrows his eyes at me, a wide smile o...

“Aw, don’t be like that,” I coo, reaching for his face as I snuggle closer to him. “I’ll be your baby, Sil...

“Yeah, Blaine? Will you?”

His words aren’t taunting, they’re sincere. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but… “This is more, isn’t it?” I whisper, terrified beyond belief by what he might answer. “We… We are more now.”

hold my breath because the idea of us being more than hate-fucking enemies is so appealing. Because I like Silas. I want to be with him and not just for the fucking. Whatever this is, I want to see where it goes. But that only matters if he feels the same way.

He licks his lips and I let out a sigh of relief when he nods. “Yeah. It’s more.” I don’t think either of us understand what that entails. What do we look like now that we’re dating? Is that even what we’re doing? There’s no way in hell we’re going public—not with the Aces and not with my dad—so where does that leave us?

because when Silas pulls me into his arms, kissing me sweetly before laying me across his chest, all of t...