Painful Love (Kings of Aces #2)

by T. Ashleigh

To all those who feel just a little different. Bunk’s got you.

To face the monster who was born today. The one who will reside in the back of the boy’s mind. The one who will manifest and turn into a demon. A demon he will never outrun. A demon who looks so much like my own. Our rebirth comes at the cost of our souls, and now the devil will forever chase.

Did he just growl? I don’t think I’ve ever heard that tone from him before, and I think I kind of like it.

Poor Whaley. His future was sealed with those simple words, because he’ll be mine and I’ll make sure of that. Whether he likes it or not.

“You gotta nice smile, but you never let me see it. I hate that, you know?”

“I wonder how big your cock is. I bet it’s huge. You look like you’re packin’.”

“I’d worship your cock. Kiss it like it’s never been kissed. Suck it like it’s never been sucked. Take my time, drivin’ you fuckin’ wild.” I gulp as sweat coats my neck. “Bunk…”

“Why you always fightin’ it, Whaley? Always playin’ hard to get?” He licks his lips, eyes pleading with me to do something. “I’m gettin’ tired of finger fuckin’ my ass pretendin’ it’s you. Please, put me out of my misery already. I’m beggin’ you.”

“Fuck, yeah! Please,” he cries out, the plea beautiful to my ears. “Whaley.”

“You need to be really fuckin’ sure about this,” I tell him, my eyes looking over every inch of his face. “I mean it. This ain’t a game. I’m not one of those other guys you’ve fucked in the past. I like it rough, I like to be in control, and I will own every inch of your damn body. So if you want to back out, you need to tell me now because once we get started, I ain’t gonna stop. This is it, your one chance to escape.”

he tastes just like I’ve imagined, sweet with a hint of tobacco. Addictive in the best possible way. A drug I’m going to hit every time to chase a higher high.

Damn it, I want to eat him alive. I want to tear him apart. I want to be his salvation, his glory, and his fucking demise.

lobe and rolling the stud with my tongue. “If you don’t soon, I’m gonna fuckin’ die, or fuckin’ come,” he pants, his body writhing and pleading. “You have me so keyed up. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before.”

"God, so fuckin’ big," Bunky carries on in my silence. "You should be glad I’m horny right now, else I’d be suckin’ the life outta your cock. Do it so good you’d never be able to be with anyone else.”

“Lord, thank you so much for blessin’ Whaley with this monster of a cock, and thank you for givin’ me the opportunity to worship it. I swear, I won’t forget this service.”

“What the fuck, Bunk?” Because honestly, what else can I say? “This is a masterpiece,”

“Open your mouth.”

“You take my cock so damn good, Bunk,” I rasp, moving a hand up to run through the soft strands of his hair. He hums, eyes falling closed at my touch and letting his guard down momentarily, which causes him to gag. The feeling shoots straight to my balls, and I gasp, pulling out and pushing back in harder. “That’s good. Make my dick nice and wet. Get me ready to fuck your ass.”

Goddamn, that mouth,” I grit out, clenching my jaw and motioning for him to spin around. “Hands and knees.”

“God I can feel it, Whaley. Yeah, like that. Don’t need fingers, want you.”

“I’ve been patient. Months and months of fuckin’ patience. Now I’m done. Give me your cock.”

“Damn, you’re splittin’ me in half. Feels so good. Own my ass, Whaley. Fuck me like you mean it.” “With pleasure.”

We’re like a lit match and lighter fluid, which is fine separately, but the second they come together, it creates a fire that spreads, burning everything in its path. We’d burn the fucking world to the ground. His demons mixed with mine would be noxious. We’d destroy each other, leaving nothing left but broken shells once it was all said and done.

Bunky’s actually tasting my blood, savoring the evidence of his beautiful violence, sharing my DNA, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. It’s like I’m a part of him now, soaked into him, and for a man like me, that power goes straight to my brain.

“So you’re obsessed with him?” No, it's love. Seems less stalkery if you ask me. It’s not like I⁠— Okay, we’ll settle with love and a sprinkle of obsession. “Did you ever consider that’s why you shouldn’t be together?”

Whaley’s love would be the most beautiful ruin.

He’d get a free pass to do whatever the fuck he wants with my body and my soul. He could kill me and tear my heart out and I’d thank him for it. Want to cut me? I’ll give him the knife. Want to bruise me? I’ll happily wear the marks. Want me to suffer? I’m no stranger to that.

“You’re so perfect, Bunk. Takin’ my cock like a champ. God, your ass was made for me, wasn’t it?” “All for you,” he agrees, words coming out slurred. “It’s your hole, Whaley. It belongs to you. No one else.”

“Wanna fill you with my cum,” I tell him, already feeling the signs that I’m close. “Gonna mark that ass. Should fuckin’ bite it.” “P–Please… Whaley… Yes! I can’t… I’m gonna⁠—”

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, groaning as he tries to stand, but ultimately, he gives up and flops forward onto the bike. “You fucked me so good. Gimme five minutes and we’ll go again.”

“You’re— Fuck, Bunk. You’re my little psycho.” I freeze, blinking at him as my brain resets. My little psycho.

Maybe the best way to love him is to not have him at all. Maybe that fate worse than death is my lot in life

If you’re not willin’ to fight, then I gotta get my knuckles bloodied for the two of us.”

“Bunky—” “Please,” he whispers, cutting me off once more. He leans up, his watery eyes holding mine. “Please, try for me and try for us. I’ll gladly take a ticket to Hell as long as that means I can be with you. I don’t need anythin’ but you.”

“Give us a shot,” he begs, pressing himself fully against me. “You don’t know how much I need you.”

“You like torturin’ me? Want to see me in pain? You’re fuckin’ accomplishin’ it.” “It’s a sweet torture, ain’t it?” he replies, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth, and I urge to chase his lips even though I shouldn’t. He moves onto the spot right behind my ear. “It’s everythin’ you ever wanted. That pain you feel? I can make it all go away.”

“Pain is a part of life,” is all I say, still trying to come up with a million excuses. “Let’s feel that pain together.” He comes back to my mouth, poking his tongue out to run it across my bottom lip. “I’m not just obsessed with you. I worship you. That strength, that composure, the things you do for people... You’re such a good man.”

“You’re honest. So authentically you. Whenever you smile, I realize I want to put that look on your face.” I drop my forehead against his. “And you’re kind too. Kind to everyone who treats you wrong. Even when you snap, you apologize after like some psycho saint.” My hands latch onto his hips, pulling him flush against me. “You’re so unique. So unlike anyone I’ve ever met. I think you could get me in a way no one ever has.”

“Bunky, you have to be real sure about this. This will change everythin’. Once you’re mine, I’ll never let you escape.”

“I’m sure,” he mutters, voice full of sadness as his hands grip my wrists. “You need to be sure too. You’ve said all that to me before and it all turned into broken dreams. I don’t want you to get my hopes up and break my heart again. It’s destroyin’ me.” Fuck me.

“I mean it this time, Bunk. A man like me can’t do casual. If we’re in this, we’re fuckin’ in this. If we do this, you’re mine. No break ups, no misunderstandin’s, nothin’. We’re together and that won’t change for as long as we’re alive.” I can feel his body trembling as a little humming noise leaves his lips. He likes that. A lot. “If you say yes one more time, you’re sealin’ your fate.” His breath stutters and I feel the whispered response against my lips a half-second later. “Yes.”

“You’re so fuckin’ mine,” I tell him, pulling back to stare into his watery eyes. “Can’t believe I tried to deny this.” “Wasn’t gonna let you.” His lip wobbles and he swipes his face quickly with his sleeve. “Would have chased you your entire life. Stalked you until you caved. Carved my name into your skin to show you how serious I was. You’ll never be able to escape me.” “Fucking’ psycho,” I mutter, my lip kicking up on one side. “Your little psycho.”

“Now, fuck me like you’ve missed me. Fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me like you can’t live without me.”

“Fuck, you feel so good. Can’t wait. I need this.” “Don’t wanna wait,” he agrees, placing his feet on the mattress and spreading his legs wide. “Want you inside me more than I want my next breath.”

“You’re beautiful, Bunk,” I tell him, sliding a finger inside. He moans, blinking bleary eyes open before giving me a teasing smile. “I know. Feel free to compliment me anytime. I like it.”

“You ready for me?” I mutter, jaw tightening when I press my head against his hole. “So fuckin’ ready. Gonna die if you don’t get in me soon. Wanna feel you so badly.”

“God, you’re so fuckin’ wet. You like the way I touch you? Like the way I handle you?” “Yes! More!”

“Yeah, you like that? Like me tearin’ apart this tight little hole?” I pant. His skin is red everywhere from where I’ve handled him, and the monster inside of me beats its chest in victory. He’s covered in all of my marks. “L–love i–it, Whaley,” he stutters, pushing back against me. “Ne–never want y–you to sto–stop.” “So greedy,” I grit out, jaw clenching as my orgasm threatens to crest once more. I tease my finger around the spot where we’re joined, loving the way his ass sucks my cock so hungrily. “You’re so fuckin’ swollen and red. Wanna shove my fist up there.” “Another time,” he whines, hand snaking down to grip his cock. “I wanna come.” “Want me to make you come, little psycho? You need it?” “So bad.”

“Whaley!” “Want me to fill all your fuckin’ holes?” “Yes, please! Oh, God!”

“Picture it. You, tied to the bed, completely at my mercy. A dildo up your ass, my cock in your mouth, ropes diggin’ into your skin.” I’m panting, those images of Bunky have my body thrumming, and my demon sighs in sick satisfaction. “Yes!” he cries out, hand knocking against mine as he jacks his cock.