Beautifully Toxic (Toxic Love #1)

by L. M. Roberts

  Beautifully Toxic

  A Toxic Love Novel – Book One

  L.M. Roberts

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, are coincidental.

  Beautifully Toxic 1stEdition Copyright© 2016 by L.M. Roberts

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  Author L.M. Roberts

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Epilogue

  Excerpt of Identically Toxic

  Novels By The Author

  About The Author

  Prologue

  Sinclair

  Fourteen Years Ago…

  OH MY DAMN!

  Here it is almost midnight, and instead of sleeping, I would be the crazy-ass bitch to be shimmying down the drainpipe to go to a party. All parents like to think that their children are a gift from God. No matter how questionable that may sometimes seem; it is, in fact, true. If you’re not me, that is. I sincerely believe I was the act of the devil fornicating with my mother—hellcat to the core and didn’t care who knew it. And that’s exactly how I got where I was at the time—shimmying down the motherfucking drainpipe in a micro miniskirt that’s showing more crack than a plumber on a good day.

  One slip—one mistake and my shit will be plastered all over the damn yard. That would be something to explain to my mom and dad if they heard and came out to investigate. Seeing their baby in a tube top and micro mini? Hell, they’d shoot me for sure. I can already hear them. ‘Deacon, get the gun; then help me hide the body.’ That would be them for sure. They still think that I’m the Goody-Two-Shoes little angel that I was a few years ago, albeit I have some good left in me, but I have more evil than good. And the evil part of me wants to get her freak on.

  I may only be sixteen—and a virgin—but that was all going to change tonight. I knew I was following the crowd at school, but I was tired of being the only girl to still have her V card. Since my mom and dad like to keep me all cooped up in the dang house, I have to get my fix somehow. I just hope and pray that he’s there tonight. He is the only person that I want to even take me like that. In all honesty, I never had the urge to go through with it—until he came along.

  If you don’t know who I’m talking about, then open those eyes and join the twenty-first century, because, bitch, you’re missing out.

  Alexander Pierce. A God. Adonis motherfucking incarnate. He is the man that burns my bread every single time I see him, think about him, or hell, just hearing his name gets me wetter than a two-dollar whore on a Saturday night.

  Ever since he moved in next door to us, I’ve been head-over-fucking-heels for that boy. I don’t know how old he is, considering he is as muscled as a Marine, smokes, and drinks. I’ve come to the conclusion his age is around twenty-one. I could be wrong, but I don’t think I am. He’s just so out there. He’s fierce, virile, and damn, he looks so hot wearing nothing but a pair of board shorts. I salivate over him every single time I see him.

  Of course, he doesn’t know that I look at him. I’m like a mix between a stalker and a peeping tom, hiding behind my curtain watching him go in and out of his house at all hours of the day. Some may say that’s a bit extreme, but seriously, no one has ever seen the prime piece of perfection that I have. Shaggy, sandy-blond hair—the kind that just calls for you to run your fingers through the strands—a strong, chiseled jawline that begs for my tongue to graze along the contours, and the muscles that I would like to sink my teeth into.

  His shorts hang seductively on his hips, giving you a peek at his V-cut. I curse those pants every god blessed time I see him. I sit at the window and hope for a gust of wind just to rip the pants off him so I could have a peek at what’s underneath. I know, you’re probably thinking “whore,” but what else is there to do? I’m sixteen, horny, and I want some lovin’ from my next door neighbor.

  I race back from my thoughts when my foot slips and my upper body bangs against the side of the house. I curse softly, closing my eyes as if to will my parents to not notice the noise. Tough fucking luck! The next thing I hear is, “Deacon… Something’s outside.”

  Well, fuck!

  I hold my breath and look down to see that I am still a good ten feet from the ground. I close my eyes, hearing my dad begin to ruffle around in their bedroom. The next thing I hear is a gun being cocked. Without another thought, I let go of the fucking pipe and drop to my motherfucking death. I would much rather die due to falling than from a bullet in the ass any freaking day. A little squeal slips past my lips. I know this shit is going to hurt; quite possibly break something.

  I get ready for the painful landing, and then something awesome happens. I feel strong arms band around me and pull me into his extremely naked chest. I slowly open my eyes and all the air whooshes out of my mouth. Alex. Kill me now. I’m already wet and bothered, and I’m sure all he would have to do is take a deep breath and he’d be able to smell my arousal—arousal that is meant for the god holding me.

  He’s looking down at me with a juicy, panty-dropping smirk playing on his lips. Damn, what I wouldn’t give just to nibble my way across them and feel the soft swells under my lips as our tongues danced together to a song that only we could hear. I would gladly lose myself and jump into that lake of fire. Even though I know he isn’t good for me—that he is the devil in disguise—I still want to lick my way over every inch of his body.

  “Almost had a nasty fall, didn’t ya?” His voice is like sex dripped in chocolate. I’m pretty sure if I heard him long enough he could give me an orgasm just by speaking.

  I smile lightly, blush, and turn my face away. “It wouldn’t have been that bad.”

  I hear shoes hitting the porch and my eyes open wide. I hate to, but I scramble to get out of his hold. When he holds me tighter to his chest—as if he doesn’t want to let me go—I search for a place to hide.

  “We need to hide,” I whisper-yell, “or my father is going to think something’s going on, and he’s going to shoot your ass.”

  He chuckles. “I highly—"At that moment, the sound of a gunshot rings into the night. “Well, that didn’t sound so good.”

 
I giggle. “Ya think?” I glance all around me until I see the shed out back. I toss my hand up and yell in a heated whisper. “Quick, the shed!”

  My body doesn’t so much as jostle when he takes off at a breakneck speed for the shed. The second he opens the door and locks us inside, I hear another gunshot filter through the air. Our breathing is labored from the adrenaline of getting away from my father, and I hear the sound of hurried footsteps rushing around outside. The only thing I can see of Alexander’s face is what the moonlight allows. A sliver of light coming in through the cracks in the shed highlights his manly features. My God, the man is gorgeous. Just being this close to him, and I can already feel the arousal—that had briefly left me at the sound of my father’s gun—return full force. We are all alone, locked in this shed, and oh my damn, he’s shirtless.

  I startle a little when he goes to put me on a workbench inside the shed, and he steps away. I gulp, force my eyes away from his penetrating stare, and then gaze out of the side of the shed through one of the small circular holes. I close one eye while looking out with the other, only to see my father looking around the backyard, gun in hand with a pensive look on his face. I sigh because we should be in the clear, right?

  Hell no!

  It’s only then that I realize what the little circular holes in the shed are—bullet holes. Motherfuck! I see my father take aim, and I jump off the shelf and tackle Alex to the ground just as another shot rings through the night. We fall to the ground just as splintering wood rains down on top of us. I feel his hands on the back of my head and my back on the dirt floor all within a second, his body completely on top of mine, protecting me.

  It’s then the smell of his cologne hits my senses and everything around me fades away, including my father yelling at the punks to leave his shit alone and the sound of the wolves howling at the moonlight. I feel his weight shift, and his face come into view a second later. His lips are set in a hard line, his eyes have a sharp look to them, and his jaw is twitching with what I hope is restrained desire. However, I know I’m not that lucky. No one can ever be that lucky. I was leaving the house to go to a party where he was going to be, all in the hopes that we would end up in this same position. What are the odds? Now if I wasn’t chicken and could act on my lustful intentions.

  “Just take me already.”

  I see his eyes snap down to my lips before they settle back on my eyes, his own darkening with desire in the process. I watch with bated breath as his tongue slips through his lips and licks them. I fucking shiver as I watch him and can’t help when my panties become even more soaked with my female juices. There is just something about this man that has called to me like no other. A breath catches in my throat when he leans forward. My eyes instinctively close and I wait, feeling his breath wisp across my face.

  It’s hard to breathe with him on top of me like this, but I can’t help the pleasure I derive from being constricted of air. It’s like some taboo need inside of me. It was freeing as well as damning at the same time. I wanted more but knew that I shouldn’t. I couldn’t help it. I may be a virgin, but right now, my body was acting like such a whore.

  I felt his tongue slide along my jaw, and I shiver from the warmth left in its wake. His assault stops next to my ear, where he nibbles my lobe with his teeth. I gasp, arch my back, and begin trembling all at the same time. I try to move my legs but find that they are trapped—as well as the rest of my body—by Alex.

  I gulp, and my eyes slide close when he whispers in my ear, “You don’t want me, girl.” I’m already shaking my head when he chuckles. Goosebumps break out all over my skin as his seductively low voice crawls over my skin. “No, you don’t, because I want things that would make a whore blush.”

  He follows with a lick to the shell of my ear. “Something tells me you are no whore. You need to run along before the big bad wolf huffs and puffs, little girl. Being with me isn’t a cake walk. I don’t make love. I fuck, and I fuck hard.”

  I shiver, lick my lips, and whisper, “How do you know what I want?”

  His dark chuckle rings out again, and I can see his eyes have darkened even more. “Because virgins don’t want to be fucked like sluts. And that’s the way I would take you. I would use you; solely for my benefit. You would bend to me—to whatever I deemed fit. Your breaths… Your body… Your pleasure would come when and how I wanted. You would bare yourself to me… and only me. If you can live with that and walk away like you don’t know me, then by all means play with fire, little girl. But If not, then I suggest you leave before the big bad wolf nibbles a bit too hard for you.”

  How the hell do you respond to something like that? I mean, seriously? He has no idea how fucking hot he is. I have no clue what he is talking about, but the one thing I do know is that if it has him involved, I want it. I know there is a chance—a hell of a chance—that will leave me here battered and broken, but I can’t help it. I’m like a moth to a flame—I’m excited, intrigued, and I have to know what it’s like.

  I want to break eye contact with him but to save my life, I can’t. It’s like his eyes are holding mine hostage. His hazel eyes are so entrancing that I feel I could lose myself in them forever. I wanted to take offense at what he said. I may be a virgin, but I make my own decisions. I don’t give a shit what anyone says; if I make a decision to do something, then I follow through with that decision. Sixteen or not, I am my own person.

  My eyes harden, and I briefly see a flicker of surprise in his eyes before he reins it in. “Let me tell you something. I am my own person, which means I choose. I may be a virgin, but I’m not afraid of a little heat.”

  I force my lips against him, sliding my fingers through his hair and gripping tightly. His hands turn into fists as he forces his knuckles into the dirt floor. He groans against my mouth, and I melt that much more into him. I’m lost in the intimacy of the kiss before his lips become more urgent against mine. He uses his teeth to nip at my bottom lip—hard. My lips open and his tongue sweeps in, forcing mine into a dance he’s more comfortable with. It’s more like his tongue is fucking my mouth.

  I whimper, tightening my fingers in his hair. His growl resonates throughout his chest, and I shiver in anticipation. My body is already thrumming so high, my breaths panting so fast that black dots begin to flutter around the outside of my vision. I feel his hand clamp around my upper thigh, squeezing so hard I know it’s going to leave bruises in the morning. I cry out in his mouth, and he jerks my legs apart. Settling himself between my parted legs, he begins grinding himself against me.

  I break the kiss and cry out. “Fuck!”

  “We’re just getting started, little girl,” he seduces, flicking my nipple with his tongue shortly before taking it between his teeth.

  I gasp, throw my head back, and get lost in the sensation of his teeth on my skin. My whole body feels like its prickling with millions of tiny needles. I feel like screaming, crying, laughing—like I could explode all at the same time. My breath freezes in my lungs as the most intense feeling overcomes me and I fall over an edge I didn’t know I was teetering on. His lips take mine, and I scream into his mouth. It’s like he wants everything my body has to give him.

  He warned me. He demanded everything I had to give him. I should have listened, but now that we’re here I can’t stop. I would rather die than stop, and if we do, I fear I just might. I feel the walls of my pussy clamp down around nothing, and I can’t help a feeling of bereft flash over me. It wasn’t like it was my first orgasm. However, none before this had ever been as intense.

  The high of my climax was dwindling when I was finally able to hear him. I opened my eyes that I hadn’t realized I had shut in the midst of my earth-shattering release.

  “You better be sure, little girl. Because there’s no turning back after this,” he reminds me.

  I nod my head, feeling a small smile play on my lips. His eyes harden. “I have to hear you say it.” He brings his lips close to mine. “If you want my cock in your pussy, you will
speak. Otherwise, you need to go play with your dollies.”

  “Ye-Yes, I do,” I say breathlessly. I can’t even be mad at him making a dig at my age. Hell, I would probably eat a freaking dirt pie with the way he was looking at me right now.

  His eyes bore into mine, looking for something. When he seems satisfied with what he sees, I hear the sound of my panties being torn away from my skin and feel the lace chafing as he does. His fingers immediately go to my pussy lips and slide through the slickness. I whimper and tighten my legs around his hips. His nimble fingers zero in on my hardened clit, pinching, before easing the sting with a slow sweep. My fingernails dig into his shoulders, causing a dark, menacing growl to escape from his throat.

  Hearing the sound of his zipper being lowered should cause a wave of panic to flow through me, but it doesn’t. If anything, my inner whore is relishing in having his shaft buried inside my tight walls. My twat drips as if she is salivating at the thought. He leans away from me, and I can see his chest rising and falling normally, as if he isn’t affected in the slightest by what we have been doing. It’s sickening really. Here I am a panting mess, and he looks like he is taking an evening stroll with the goddamned mayor.

  My eyes fall from his to see the rigid lines of his muscles as they bulge with his movements. They slowly trail down his chest to see two rings glint from his nipples, and I shiver and can’t help but think that someday I will get piercings like that. They’re insanely attractive and turn me on even more. I continue my perusal of his body and stop at the massive prick between his legs when his shorts are pushed down enough to uncover him. My eyes open wide and jerk back up to see a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

  “Don’t act so surprised, little girl. I’m not this cocky to boost my ego.”

  I roll my eyes. If I weren't so turned on at the moment, I would call him on his shit and get up… Oh, who am I kidding? There was no way that I would leave now that I have him right where I want him.

  “So… full… of yourself,” I whisper.