Hateful Love (King of Aces #1)

by T. Ashleigh

Can you imagine being rich and miserable? How is that possible? I’d figure out a way to buy myself a happy stick.

I’m slowly chiseling away at all the icy cool indifference he’s built up and have almost broken through, and when I do, I know it’s going to be beautiful to see, to watch him let go.

I want to feel the jab of his fist as he splits my lip with a punch. I want to bleed from his assault, only to turn around and hit him back just as hard.

Not feeling it tonight.” Tonight, last night, tomorrow… every night. I never want to do this shit.

I’d know that face anywhere. Day, night, it doesn’t matter. If I was blind, I’d still be able to pick Silas out in a crowd.

I swear those dark eyes have sprinkles of galaxies inside them, so many layers—lust, confusion, greed—and that’s what does it for me. Silas’ fucking eyes.

At least when I’m with Silas, I don’t have to hide. I hate him, and our hatred is the most authentic thing in my life right now.

Oh, he’s awfully sure of himself for a guy who just nutted in his pants.

Silas Richards is my favorite vice.

“Get your dick out,” I command, leaning up a bit more so his hands can snake under me. “Get yourself off, because once I come, I’m done.”

All I know is that when that jackass punches Silas I fucking lose it.

“He punched you and it pissed me off. No one fucks with you but me.”

“What you did in there… thank you.” His tone sounds vulnerable, so unlike him. I can’t help but smile widely, beaming at him as I blush, knowing good and well I’d do it again.

Cocky Jock I should give you my spare jersey, that’s basically the same thing. Cocky Jock Aw, you’d look so cute.

“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.

My kryptonite

“I’ll be your baby, Silas. All you had to do was ask.” Something flashes in his eyes and I watch as an array of emotions pass over his face as he assesses me. “Yeah, Blaine? Will you?”

Blaine, baby, I need you to get out of my head, you’re fucking with my ability to do life properly.

They all want something that I can’t give them, and every time they take, they don’t replace it with anything.

“Blaine Yates, you’re smart as hell, kind as hell, and patient as hell. Christ, sometimes I wonder what you’re doing hangin’ around with someone like me.”

My baby needs me and that’s all that matters.

“Silas,” he mumbles, eyes cracking open slightly to look at me. “I’m scared.” I shake my head, trying to reassure him the best way I can. “Don’t be. I got you. I promise. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. No matter what.”

“Have you sucked his dick? What does it feel like? Is it like sucking on a fleshy lollipop?”

Finally someone asking the real questions

Asshole You done yet? I’m horny and wanna fuck. Two seconds later, he sends another message. Asshole Fine, also I miss you. Hurry up and get over here so we can cuddle or some shit.

Eeeeeeeeee

Silas, who takes my backpack from me and throws it over his shoulder. With my book in one hand and my hand in the other, he walks me to my class.

Cute

“Raid’s favorite movie is Love Actually.” Raid narrows his eyes. “It ain’t⁠—” “I love that movie!” Landon yells, turning pink and shrinking back once he realizes what he just admitted. “I mean, it’s okay.”

Book 3

When I pull back, her smile wavers slightly when she sees the tears in my eyes. “Oh, honey. Bet you don’t get hugged a lot.” “Don’t worry, Mama.” Silas pulls me into his side. “We’re makin’ up for lost time.”

The thought of people hurting him makes me violent, but the thought of him hurting himself makes me sick.

“Thank you, Si.” I resist the urge to roll my eyes and gag at what I’m about to say. “Anythin’ for you.”

“Turns out I don’t hate you as much as I thought.”

“Because I fuckin’ love you, you dumbass.” His eyes narrow and his voice is rigid, his profession of love violent as hell. But it’s so perfect, so us.

I love my son, but more importantly, he loves yours.

“I’d do anything for Silas,” I repeat for what feels like the hundredth time. “You might not think he’s worth much, but to me, he is. You might not think he has a future, but he wants so much more than this life. He’s loyal, protective, and a good man.” “And you love him?” “Yeah.” I chuckle, reaching for the chain around my neck. “I really do.”

Blaine… ugh, my sweet baby.

“It’s always been no bullshit between us. It’s gonna stay that way. I want to know everythin’ you’re feelin’. If you’re gonna cry for me, I wanna see it.”

In a moment of clarity, it hits me that we used to be nothing more than hate-fuck buddies. I can’t even picture a time when I wasn’t madly in love with Silas Richards anymore.

My sweet baby gulps before faking a smile.

The way Silas talks about Blaine is everything

“I want you to fuck me like you hate me.”

I reach underneath him but don’t free him. “I want you to come in your jeans,” I say, stroking him through the fabric. “You’re going to come, then walk out of here feeling as sick and twisted as you are.”

:O

“Now you’ll have cum in your jeans and cum leakin’ out of your ass.

“I…” Jesus Christ, why can’t I speak? “Baby, you’re beautiful.” I can’t be sure, but I swear I hear Mayor Yates gagging in the background before he storms away.

STOP I'M CACKLING