Painful Love (Kings of Aces #2)

by T. Ashleigh

“I want all of you. Hurt me as much as you want. I love the pain.” Music to my ears. “Perfect for me in every way, ain’t you?” I say, unable to stop the orgasm from rushing over me. “God, coming so deep inside you.” “Whaley! Yes! Oh fuckfuckfuck⁠—”

I realize it’s the first time in a truly long time I’ve ever been happy and it’s all because of this pushy, bratty, psycho baby that’s tucked beside me. Which makes me feel really damn lucky.

“I’m so sorry, Bunky. I would never hurt you like that. I couldn’t stop it from happenin’. Jesus Christ, I’d rather kill myself than ever harm you in a way you didn’t want.” I find the strength to bring him against my chest, my hands still trembling with the itch to kill, something that brings shame to my gut. “It just took control.”

“My little psycho,” I whisper, kissing the parts of his arm I can reach. “Take the pain away.”

I want to feel weak.” He hums, moving his fingers down to my belly button. “Why?” “So you can feel strong.” I let out a shuddering breath when he reaches behind me and strokes my ass. “I want to feel like your victim.” “Why?” he asks again, this time dragging that same finger through my crease. I stare him dead in the eyes, my heart skipping a beat as I hesitantly raise my hand and place them on his chest. “So you can be my monster.”

“You better be sure about what you just said,” he whispers slowly, the threat evident in his voice. “You want me to be your monster? I’ll fuckin’ eat you alive.” “Do it,” I beg, tears springing in my eyes from the pressure of his hand and my own overwhelming emotions. “I only exist for you.” He chuckles darkly by my ear. “That’s too much power for a man like me.” “It’s true,” I insist, grinding my ass against his jean-covered cock. “Lemme make it better. Lemme take your pain. Gimme all of it.”

“You’re playin’ with fire, Bunk. You wanna get burned that badly?” “I love you enough to fuckin’ die for you.”

“You like that, huh?” he taunts, hitting me again with the whip, the frayed edges stinging my skin. “Such a fuckin’ slut, moaning like a whore for it.” “Yes!” I cry out, screaming again when the whip comes down on my back. “Please! More!”

“You look so beautiful like this,” he growls, running his hand down my hot skin as the sound of the whip being tossed aside reverberates around us. “You’re doin’ this because you love me?” “More than anythin’.” I crane my head as much as I can so he can see the look in my eyes. “More than life.” He takes the lube, uncapping it and pouring some onto three of his fingers before shoving them into me. I gasp at the thick intrusion but wiggle my hips to chase more. “Add another one. Gimme your whole fist. Do it.”

“You don’t get to tell me what the fuck to do. You’re a toy right now, my tight cocksleeve, and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to you. You’ll take it, won’t you? You’ll let me destroy you?”

“You fuck me so good,” I pant, spurring him on and crying out when he slaps my ass again. “Yes! Bruise me. Show me you want me.” “I more than want you,”

“I want to consume you, want me in every part of you, want you to be nothin’ without me.”

I’m completely lost without him. You can’t untangle me from him any more than you can drain me of my blood and keep me alive. The pain, the feeling of him inside me, the way he’s simultaneously hurting and...

“I like chokin’ you,” he confesses, biting down on my ear. “I didn’t mean to hurt you before, but fuck, I want my hands wrapped around your throat. I want to take your breath away. I want purple, finger-shaped marks around your neck.” “Do it,” I beg, knowing that I’d die happily if it were by Whaley’s hand. “Fuckin’ hurt me. I love you so much. I wanna die for you.”

I own you, Bunk,” he breathes against my ear, biting down on the skin again until I cry out in delicious pain. “This ass, your heart, every part of you belongs to me, and it always fucking will.”

“You fuckin’ love me?” he roars, one hand migrating to wrap around my neck. “You love this?” I can barely breathe with the pressure he’s putting on my throat once more, but I still manage to speak. “Yes, harder, more!”

“You’ll die before you leave me. I’ll chase you to Hell to keep you with me. You’re my every thought and my every desire. You’re mine, little psycho.” “All yours,” I agree, coughing as my vision starts to blur. “Whaley…”

“Tell me more. I wanna hear it.” “You’re the love of my life,” I mumble, feeling the tears in my eyes. I won’t cry, I refuse to, but I’m so overcome with emotion that I can’t help it. “I was made for you. Your strength, your kindness, your loyalty. The way you take care of me. The way you say my name. I’ll always belong to you.” “Bunky, fuck,”

“Every breath I take is you. You’ve consumed me. Gonna show you just how much.”

“Gonna come inside you,” he tells me, holding onto my leg, hitching it higher up his waist. “Gonna show you…” “Show me what?” I gasp when the new angle makes my cock brush up against his stomach. “Gonna show you…”

“Do it. Let me have a part of you inside of me. Let me taste how much you love me.”

We’re a beautiful fucking disaster waitin’ to happen, I know it. I know it and yet I can’t find it in me to stop what we’ve started. I won’t.”

“It’s like the chaos, the bullshit, every bad thing that makes us who we are just fits together somehow. Like all his frayed edges match my jagged ones so seamlessly. He’s like my imperfect perfect missing piece. I know it doesn’t make sense, and I don’t expect you to understand, but it’s the truth. He’s dug himself beneath all my layers, forced his way in, and now that I know what it’s like to have him, I’m never gonna let him go.”

“You don’t repeat this shit, Badge, but…” I inhale deeply, trying to get my thoughts in order. “He’s my life. I won’t say I love him because I won’t lie, but that don’t mean I wouldn’t take a knife to the heart for him. I know our relationship is hard to justify but don’t ever fuckin’ doubt the extent of my feelin’s. There are no lines I wouldn’t cross for him, even if that means pissin’ you off.”

“You’ll never have to do anythin’ alone for the rest of your life, little psycho. Anythin’ you do, I do too.” “My fuckin’ heart.” My knees are close to collapsing at his admission. “Fuck, I love you.” He chuckles, kissing me once more before slapping my ass. “Let’s do this.”

Loving Whaley is dangerous, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Got shit to do, Bunk. Hurry up and come so I can breed that tiny hole. Fill you up so good you’ll smell like me for days.”

“Yes,” he growls, moving to bruise my hips with his grip as he fucks me like it’s the last time he’ll get my ass. “Take it, little psycho. Take every fuckin’ drop.”

“I’ll use my mouth on you next time,” he says, pulling his fingers out as he bends down and licks my hole. “Maybe I’ll eat you out. Suck on this pretty pink pucker until you’re screamin’ my name.” I nod dumbly, too consumed with the way he continues to give me teasing licks and nips. “You could do that now.”

Fuck, I miss him already. Codependency is hot as hell.

“You fucked me up, Bunk. I got shit I need to take care of. I got loyalties to reward. I got a gang to lead, but you’re my priority. Always. Nothin’ comes before you.”

When I said we’d burn the world to the ground if we were together, I should have mentioned it’d be tenfold if we were ripped apart.

While I know we’re equal parts insane and a disaster, I also know we are two coexisting halves of the same whole, and separating us would be our undoing. It’ll push us past the point of no return, and I have no doubt that’d be the truest devastation. The demise of everything. There’s no longer a me without him.

“Wouldn’t that be cute? Couples that torture together last forever.” “That ain’t a sayin’,” he says dryly, but his lips kick up despite his tone. “Well, I’m countin’ it either way.”

“Gonna claim you. Gonna show you that I love every piece of you, no matter how twisted it is.”

“You… You love me?” “How can I not?” he breathes out, running a finger across the cut on my cheek. “I think I have for a while, Bunk. Just couldn’t… couldn’t say it.” He leans forward, pressing a kiss to both my eyelids before his lips travel to mine. “But today made it so clear if it wasn’t already.” “All because I tortured a guy?” “All because you knew what I was thinkin’, what I wanted, what I couldn’t say myself.” He smiles and my heart melts. “Because you didn’t judge me, because you didn’t hesitate, because you danced with my demons and came out alive.”

“Will you tell me again?” I loop my hands around his neck as I lay back down, dragging him on top of me again. “I wanna hear it.”

“You’ll hear it every day for the rest of your life. I love you, my little psycho. More than myself, more tha...

“Make me bleed for you, Bunk. Make me yours. Take every piece of me and twist it until it’s at your mercy.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I bellow, clawing at his back when he wraps his hand around my throat. “Whaley, please!”

“You’re gonna come for me, Bunk. You’re gonna come hard. Want you to be a filthy mess when I’m done with you.”

“Your cum tastes so good mixed with my blood.”

“We better get ourselves cleaned up and wiped down. Don’t want this shit to get infected.”

“Tell me again,” I urge after a while, brushing my nose against his hard chest. He kisses the crown of my head. “I love you.” “Until the day we die?” “Until the day we die.” I hope when we go, we go together, because I can’t imagine ever living without this.

All I can see is my little psycho being hurt, the love of my fucking life being ripped from me forever, and every bit of restraint I have snaps as easily as a single thread. I picture my monster, that vengeful demon as he bares his bloodstained teeth and snarls.

Well, joke’s on him. I’m fucking starving for meat, ready to feed as I rip him apart limb from fucking limb.

“You don’t mean that.” “But I do. I’m no good to anyone anymore. I’m no good to you. I should just⁠—” He cuts me off. “I’m sorry. Forgive me.” I cock my head to the side, wondering what he needs forgiveness for, but am tackled onto the bed before I can even ask. It’s not violent, not in the slightest. It’s like he’s cocooning me with his body, wrapping me in his embrace, and trying to protect me from the world itself. I brace myself for the pain, but nothing comes. It’s just Whaley. Whaley and his peppermint tobacco smell. Whaley and his muscular frame. Whaley pressing kisses to my tear-stricken cheeks.

“Don’t you ever fuckin’ say that again,” he growls in my ear, his breaths coming out choppy and uneven. “Don’t even fuckin’ think it. I can’t lose you, Bunky. There’s no me without you. If you’re gone, you better take me with you because I would die either way.”

“I don’t know how to do this anymore. I don’t know how to live. I don’t fuckin’ know what’s wrong with me.” “There’s nothin’ wrong with you.” He pulls back so he can look at me. “My beautiful psycho, it’s gonna take time.”

“How long?” I whimper, hating that I do. “I don’t know.” He sighs and looks regretful as those words leave his lips. “But I’ll wait until the end of the world for you. No matter what it takes.”