Hateful Love (King of Aces #1)
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Read between May 15 - May 16, 2024
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This is the day Whaley gave me the first of many, many lessons that I’ll never forget. No one bad is ever truly bad, and no one good is ever truly good.
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I still remember the way he looked up at me and how his big brown eyes held mine. It was like all the air was sucked out of the room. It just took me by surprise, the sheer intensity of my reaction to him, and I knew it wasn’t going to be something I would shake anytime soon. I’d never experienced anything like that before. I was so lost, so entranced, that it took me a moment to come back to reality.
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I’m drowning. I’m suffocating. I’m dying a little more inside every damn day.
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You can run, Blaine, but just know that I love the chase.
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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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My chest is heaving, breaths puffing past my lips harshly as he works me up. “He punched you and it pissed me off. No one fucks with you but me.”
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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.
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Blaine, baby, I need you to get out of my head, you’re fucking with my ability to do life properly.
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“You’re important to me. Fuck that, I’m obsessed with you, Blaine Yates. Like a toxin there ain’t no cure for. You’ve poisoned me, baby, but I’ll happily suffer for you.”
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“You really are a possessive fucker,” he mutters, pushing me up so I slide off his cock. Then his fingers glide through the mess spilling from my ass. “But so am I.”
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“I told you I’m possessive, but you might not know exactly what that means, so let me explain.” His hand comes up to cage my throat, raw fury in his eyes when he speaks. “You’re mine, Blaine. My guy. I fuckin’ worship you. Every time you talk, you have me on a hook. Every time you do that weird snort-laugh, I want to own you. And every time you feel bad, I want to tear the world down to fix it. Why you think I’m ashamed, I dunno, but you gotta get that thought right out of your head before I fuck it out of you.”