Painful Love (Kings of Aces #2)

by T. Ashleigh

But the blood… just the sight of it. That’s all it was. That’s why I’m reacting this way. It has nothing to do with the one who was offering it.

The way his eyes closed as he offered himself to me. The way his chest stuttered at my touch. Fuck, he’s like a wet dream come to life. Every single dirty and twisted desire I’ve ever had played out in front of me. Do you like blood? I fucking love it. My hand pumps faster, images of him sucking his finger flashing in my mind. “Wanna taste me, Whaley?” I want to taste him, rip out my knife and knick his skin. Suck on his flesh and⁠—

“Fuck!” I groan, my body vibrating as my orgasm crashes into me, and I soak my hand with spurt after spurt of cum. My knees feel weak, and I have to brace myself against the door to not fall on my ass.

With that last thought in my head, the demon that’s been locked up tight bursts free from his cage, wanting one thing and one thing alone. Our newest obsession.

As if sensing my gaze, he turns and locks eyes with me. Again, like it always does when our gazes clash, I feel the tightening in my stomach and the rush of heat to my skin. He doesn’t seem shocked by my stare. If anything, it’s like he achieved his ultimate goal. He tosses me a wink before looking back to his friends, brushing me off. I hate that he does that. He draws me in and then acts so dismissive when I know for a fact he wants me.

thoughts. “I think it’s called downward dog.”

I take a hard look at Bunky, who seems a bit dazed as he straightens. I don’t miss the telltale signs that he’s buzzed. His cheeks are flushed red, pupils blown, and he has a little twitch in his fingers while his signature, manic-ass smile is locked in place across his lips. Yeah, he’s definitely feeling it.

“What’s he had?” I ask Raid in e...

“A Red Bull, three shots of vodka, all of my joint—fuck you very much, Bunk—and som...

“Alright,” I start, huffing as I tug up the sleeves of my leather jacket. “Time to go.” Bunky shoots me a look, eyes wide as he drops his jaw and whines. “I don’t want to go. I’m fine.” “You don’t...

“Fine. I see we’ll have to do this the hard way.” “The hard way? What are you— Hey! Put me down! Let go of me!” I flip him over my shoulder, ignoring the way he protests and smacks my back. Oh, please fucking hit me. Make this shit worth it. I dare you.

Bunky doesn’t relent the whole way to his house, flailing around and talking all kinds of shit the further away we get from the party. He’s moving so much that I’m about to drop him, so I reach up and smack his ass hard, hearing the pop ricocheting in the air.

course he’s only stunned for a second, that teasing tone of his meeting my ears a moment later. “You know, if you wanted to touch my ass, Whaley, all you had to do was ask. I like it rough.”

“If that was rough, then you’d never be able to handle me.” “Oh, fuck off,” he snaps, but there’s a laugh in his tone that does stupid shit to my chest. “I could handle you just fine, Whaley. I’d be the best you ever had.”

you’d never be able to escape me then. Be careful what you wish for, Bunk.

And the things I want to do…

“Don’t got time for your shit, Bunk. Keys.”

“Ugh, you’re no fuckin’ fun. Would it kill you to crack a smile every once in a while?” Reaching

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

My breath hitches because, damn, his touch feels so good. The soft caress sends my blood soaring, electricity crackling and racing through me, but when his face splits into a grin, I realize I must look like a happy pup being rubbed down by its owner, so I smack his hand away. He frowns, swinging his hands back and forth while singing his next words. “Aw, I almost had you purring.” “Fuck off,” I

“I’m buzzin’. There’s no way I can sleep.” “Then watch a damn movie,” I spit out, needing to put some space between us. “What the fuck? Am I bein’ grounded? I don’t think so.”

“I’m goin’ back to the party because you’re killin’ my buzz.” He. Doesn’t. Ever. Listen.

press my hand between his shoulder blades and smash him up against the door. He releases a grunt, his cheek planted into the wood as my front becomes flush with his back. I’m tempted, so fucking tempted to bury my nose in his hair and inhale, to move my hand up and take hold of his neck, squeezing it harshly and showing him just how in control I actually am.

“Take your ass back to your room.” The little shit snickers before he pushes back into me, his perky bubble butt rubbing against my crotch. “But why? This is so much more fun.” Goddamn it.

He’s testing every bit of patience I have left. He flips around, his chest heaving and eyes filled with so many things it’s making my head spin. Fuck, I wish he wouldn’t look at me like that. Like he wants to be devoured. Like he wants to be completely owned by me. Both things I could do easily, but it’d be the start of our demise. “You’re drivin’ me up the wall. Fuckin’ with my head,”

“You like that, huh? Makin’ me crazy?” “I’d rather do that by...

“Bunky⁠—” “I think about it a lot, you know?”

“Think about how you’d look naked.”

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

He moans, his eyes falling shut briefly, and his hand stops at the band of his jeans. I don’t say anything as shaky breaths escape me. I can’t because I’m lost in the trance that is Bunky as he gives me the show I’ve been dreaming of lately. “Are you cut or not?”

“Do you keep yourself clea...

do you have some hair? God, I hope you have hair, Whaley. I bet it’d s...

his hand inside his pants, letting out a groan and arching up when he reaches his prize. My prize. He’s touching himself for me. Touching himself while thinking about me. “I’d worship your cock. Kiss it like it’s never been kissed. Suck it like it’s never been sucked. Take m...

“You want me.” It’s not a question. Hell, for once he’s not even teasing. It’s just a statement, a true as fuck fact, and all I can do is nod, because right now, I’m pretty damn sure I’d give up anything to have him one time.

“Why you always fightin’ it, Whaley? Always playin’ hard to get?”

“I’m gettin’ tired of finger fuckin’ my ass pretendin’ it’s you. Please, put me out of my miser...

my control slipping and mind warring as I wrap my hand around his throat, pressing him further into the wall, and he lets out a gasp that quickly turns into a moan. “Fuck, yeah! Please,” he...

“You need to be really fuckin’ sure...

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 st...

Instead, his fingers glide up the fabric of my shirt before they run down my arm to grip my wrist. I look at his eyes once more, never releasing my hold on his throat, and his mouth turns up in a manic smile. “Do your worst,” he whispers, his eyes filled with delight, and the demon in my head lets out an animalistic roar. Game on, Bunky. Game fucking on.

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.

I growl at the momentary separation of our mouths, hauling him back to me and diving in again. This is intoxicating; the feel of his soft lips, his teasing tongue ring, his body against mine like this. Fuck, I need to be inside him.

His heaving chest is covered in tattoos, and my eyes widen when I realize he has a replica of one of mine splayed over his pec. What the fuck? When did he get this? I knew Bunky was into tattoos but had no idea about this. I should find this strange, too fucking creepy, but the territorial side of me really likes it. It’s like he’s marked himself with my stamp, proving to everyone who he belongs to.

“Want me to fuck you?” I question, biting his lobe and rolling the stud with my tongue. “If you don’t soon, I’m gonna fuckin’ die, or fuckin’ come,”

“You have me so keyed up. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before.” You and me both. “Good.”

“Lube?” While I want this to be depraved, hard, and dirty as a punishment for what he’s been doing to me—I don’t want to hurt him. Well, that’s not true. I want to hurt him very fucking badly, but only in ways he’ll enjoy. “To hell with lube. Just spit on my hole and fuck me already. I wanna feel it.”

“I want it to hurt so fuckin' bad.” “You sure?” I ask, though he clearly knows what he wants, and who am I to deprive him? “Fuck, yeah. I already fingered myself earlier thinkin' of you. I'll still be nice and soft.”

I groan, my lip peeling back from my teeth in a half-snarl. Part of me hates the fact that he prepped. I want to be the one to stretch him out, to be the only one inside him...

"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.”

spit on my hand and slather my cock before prying open Bunky’s cheeks, indulging in how soft and pink he looks inside. It’s still tight, but loose enough that my piercing won't rip him up. Though the little shit would probably love that.