Beautifully Toxic (Toxic Love #1)

by L. M. Roberts

  She rolls her eyes at me and scrambles up the bed. “Cocky much?”

  I snicker, holding up my thumb and pointer finger together. “Just a little, but don’t doubt it, sweetness; I’m going to make you fall apart.”

  She scoffs and whispers something that I can barely hear, but it sounds like she said, “Yeah, I’d love to see that.”

  Well, challenge motherfucking accepted.

  I lock eyes with her and start to crawl up the bed toward her. I see a tiny—almost unnoticeable—tremble race through her body but decide against saying anything about it. You can’t get a woman to come if her body is coiled tight with nerves, or, worse yet, with anger. I need to limber her up and make her beg for what’s to come. And coming was something she was going to be doing a lot of tonight. I want to make her feel so used that she won’t be able to get up and walk tomorrow without feeling sore. I want her to know that her body was thoroughly and properly worshiped by a man that knows what he’s doing.

  By me.

  I don’t care about the men that she’s been with in the past. None of them will be able to hold a candle to what I am going to do to her. I stopped my pursuit when I came nose-to-nose with her. I saw that her eyes were dilated and the only thing I can see is the black of her pupils instead of the beautiful gray color I know them to be. She was absolutely perfect—so responsive. She was going to be the best fuck that I’ve ever had, bar none.

  “Why don’t you scoot your pretty little ass on down here and let a real man take care of you,” I seduce, sticking my tongue out to lick across the seam of her lips.

  I glance down to see that she swallows, hard, but does my bidding. When she’s lying down underneath me, I put my fists next to her head and cage her to the bed. With her legs spread apart, I can feel her try to rub her thighs together like she’s attempting to alleviate the ache that’s settling there. I hate to tell her that there is no reducing that kind of ache on her own. In order for that to be thoroughly satisfied, she will need a real man. And I’m more than happy to help her out with that.

  I lean down and press a kiss between her breasts. I trail kisses across her chest, seeing that her nipples are pressing against the fabric of her shirt. I detect the outline of a nipple piercing and that thrills the fuck out of me. I smile as my lips wrap around one and I suck while at the same time twirl my tongue around it. Fuck yes! Her nipples are pierced. She growls low in her throat and I swear it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. Hearing her deriving pleasure from my mouth is almost as hot as thinking about her milking my shaft.

  My cock jerks in my shorts and I can’t help the groan that slips from my lips when it bumps against her inner thigh. Doing this to her was sweet, sweet torture. Bending her to my will is going to be the highlight of my life. I was supposed to return to the gym after checking on Sin, but the gym would just have to wait until tomorrow. Just being here with her was throwing off my whole schedule, but for the life of me, I didn’t have the overwhelming fear of deviating from it.

  Most usually when I am not following my schedule, I’m a complete mess. I have set times for when I need to be somewhere and being here with Sin was throwing them all off. However, I promised myself that just one time with Sin, and then I’d be just fine. Throwing off my schedule for one night wouldn’t hurt me, would it?

  That’s how I’ve been surviving the last sixteen years. When I was living with my mother, there were no rules and guidelines to follow—I did what I wanted when I wanted to do it. I guess the lack of parental guidance when I was younger is what has me so fucked up today.

  I threw caution to the wind by bringing her here; I knew this, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. There was just something about her that called to me on an unheard of level. I felt alive when I was around her; I wasn’t merely treading the water in life when I was with her. I was able to swim in the depths of the ocean, and she’s the one who was making that possible for me. She wasn’t hurting me; on the contrary, she was saving me! Every time I look into Sin’s pale gray eyes, it was like I could breathe again. For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel like I was holding my breath waiting for everything to sink around me.

  She was uplifting me.

  She is my anchor in a world that threatens to unman me on a daily basis.

  I look down at the woman lying on my bed, and all feels right in the world. I don’t have the compulsive need to check the time or to grab my cell phone to check my schedule and see what I’m supposed to be doing. With her, right now, I was living.

  “You feel so good,” I groan, letting her nipple fall from my mouth.

  She moans from beneath me, then lifts her arms to rest them on my back. I let my tongue slide across her chest, leaving a trail of wetness behind. I suck on the base of her throat and feel as her cry tries to escape as I grind my hips against her. The taste of the thin sheen of sweat gathering on her skin almost causes me to come unglued.

  “Oh, Alex!” she coos, wrapping her legs around my waist, eliciting a deep, drawn-out moan from me.

  I slowly rock against her and feel her body bending to my will with every sharp breath and moan she makes. I can’t fight the need to protect this woman—a woman who hasn’t had someone for so long. It’s like she’s branding me and connecting us as one. It’s becoming harder and harder to stay away from her on a daily basis. I can’t explain why the need to be with her is so strong. Before I started going to that tattoo shop, I hadn’t even said one word to her. However, now that I know her and know what she’s like, I’m even more captivated. She is so much more than I ever thought she would be.

  I kiss my way up to her ear and smile against the skin of her neck when shivers attack her tiny body. I nip at her ear and I’m rewarded with another sharp intake of breath. She has no idea what those little sounds are doing to me. I have an overwhelming need to tie her up and have my dirty little way with her. She’s more responsive than what I thought she was going to be and that thrills the fuck out of me.

  “Sin,” I release a pent up sigh, “if you keep making those fuck me sounds, I’m not going to be responsible for what happens next,” I say in warning.

  I lean up and rip her shirt down the center. Looking down I marvel at the sight below me—her hair spread across my pillow and her eyes screwed shut in anticipation. Her breasts in the black lacy bra are on fully display for my viewing pleasure. Just then an idea comes to me. I don’t want to be the only one to initiate everything between us, and, so far, I have been. I know she wants this just as much as I do—if not more—and I want her one hundred percent with me.

  I immediately stop what I’m doing and remove her legs from around my waist. She opens her eyes and looks up at me in obvious shock and I can’t stop the smirk that falls over my lips. I lie down right beside her and place my hands under my head. I look up at the ceiling and wait for her shit to hit the roof. Of course, I don’t have to wait long. My eyes twinkle with excitement when she growls and jumps up from the bed. I glance over, only moving my eyes, and see she is standing next to the bed, her shirt ripped down the center and her hands firmly placed on her hips. I chuckle, but that’s the only thing I offer her.

  “What the hell is this?” she fumes, her face turning a subtle shade of red.

  I shrug my shoulders and fake a yawn of boredom. “I’ve just realized that I’m the only one starting this—making any moves.”

  I see her mouth drop open in shock and instantly my mind is in the gutter. The image of her lips wrapped around my shaft assaults me and it takes everything I have to not act on it.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me?!” Her voice is a shrill screech. “You think you’re the only one starting this?”

  I chuckle at the anger I hear in her voice. This should be fun. “Yup.”

  I know I’m a bastard for doing this. I could tell she was really getting into the things I was doing to her, but she didn’t seem like the kind of person to just go with the flow. She seemed to be more of the type of person who take
s what she wants, and that’s the type of female I want. I don’t want one that will just lie there and let me do things to her. I want one who will participate—grab my hair, claw my back, and scream out in ecstasy.

  “You have the gall to make me come to your house, then when things start getting hot and heavy, you puss out and say it’s my fault? To hell!”

  Well, this wasn’t going exactly as planned. I just wanted her to show me what she wants.

  I close my eyes and release a frustrated huff of air. “Sin, if you can’t see what I’m trying to do, then I think it’s best if I take you to the guest room.”

  “Guest room?”

  I can almost hear the wheels turning in her head, and I hope they're turning to my benefit. She may have “No Man Binds Me” tattooed on her chest, but if she doesn’t give me the answer I’m looking for she just might be. I was through playing with her. I wanted her here with me when we did this, not a hundred miles away from here. It’s high school bullshit, and if she wants me, she’s going to have to show me. Period.

  “Yup,” I chuckle, acting as if I could care less what she chose to do.

  For fuck’s sake, choose already. I’m about to fucking bust here.

  I hear her walking around the room, and I almost believe she’s going to choose to retire to the guest room. If she does I swear on all that’s holy, I’ll tie her to the bed and fuck her brains out. I know that is a bit extreme, but she’s holding my release in the palm of her hand, and I don’t like it.

  “Well, have you figured it out yet?”

  I start to believe that she is just as naïve as she looks until the bed dips from her weight. I instantly freeze. If she’s fucking with me right now, she’ll have hell to pay. My cock is so swollen that the slightest brush from my ball shorts is excruciating. My breaths are coming in soft, shallow pants, and my chest feels like it’s on fire from the lack of oxygen. I feel her fingernail run down the length of my arm, and I’m so fucking giddy that it takes everything in me to stay still. Her nail continues to slide along my skin, and I have to fight the groan I want to voice. I can’t let her know she’s getting to me—that she has successfully turned my game against me. That would be admitting defeat and to hell if I was going to do that.

  “So, you want me to choose?” she seductively purrs in my ear, and my cock jerks in response.

  I nod, lick my lips, and turn my head toward her. “Yes, I do.”

  She releases a slow, drawn-out chuckle, and my breath instantly freezes in my throat. What the hell is she up to? She licks the shell of my ear, gives my earlobe a sharp nip and whispers, “If you wanted me to choose so bad, why am I the only one naked?”

  No fucking way!

  My eyes immediately pop open and I regard her now naked flesh with a heated gaze. I let my eyes roam over her chest and see the two tiny pink bars going through her nipples. God, that’s so fucking hot! I slowly remove my hands from behind my head and raise the top part of my body from the bed. She has to lean away from me and that puts more of her lovely piercings on display.

  Holy hell, I may very well come in my shorts.

  I watch with bated breaths as she lies down on the bed next to me. She opens her legs wide and something flashes when the light reflects off it just right. I look closer to see she has the best fucking piercing known to man. A fucking clitoral hood piercing. I salivate at the thought of bringing her to orgasm with just my tongue.

  I don’t know why, but I’m a sucker for erotic piercings. I don’t give a shit if a woman has her ears pierced a hundred damn times. If I get a peek of a nipple or clit piercing, you better get ready because I’m sure as hell going to be. I don’t know if it’s something about the pain being a turn on or the area itself. I myself loved the pain that piercings brought. I have what most people call a ‘Jacobs ladder,' which means I have close to fifteen piercings on the underside of my shaft that resembles a ladder.

  Many ask me why I would go through the pain to get something like that done. And the answer is simple: I got it for my partners. It didn’t matter who I fucked; the added sensations from the metal bars always cause them to come so fast they get whiplash. It makes a man feel like a king when a woman underneath him comes so hard she loses her breath. It makes you want to pound your fists against your chest in triumph like a fucking caveman.

  It was a feeling like no other.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sinclair

  I can actually feel his eyes roam over my body. I want him to take me and fucking take me now. He wanted me to make a choice, but when I did he’s still sitting on the bed staring at me. I should have known that this was too good to be true and he was just testing me. He probably thought that I was going to go to the guest room and I surprised the shit out of him when I got undressed instead. If he really wanted to be with me wouldn’t he be spreading me open right now instead of just staring at me.

  “Well?” I prompt.

  My words seem to break him out of whatever spell he was trapped in. His legs swing over the side of the bed and he hops off. He turns toward me and I see him tenting the front of his shorts. I watch, my breath is frozen in my lungs, as he grips the waistband of his shorts and give a sharp tug. His cock bounces when the top of his shorts goes over it and I am entranced at the sight of his long, thick shaft and the piercing donning the bottom of it. A freaking ‘Jacobs ladder!’ Is he trying to kill me?

  The only thing I can do is gulp and force out three words through the lump in my throat, “My. Fucking. God!”

  He laughs, takes himself in his hand and grips it at the base before running his hand to the tip. A drop of pre-cum drips from the tip and I’m practically salivating in my mouth. I know I’m gawking at it, but I can’t help it. It’s extremely swollen and red looking, and it looks like it’s painful as hell. I look up and come face-to-face with Alex and his trademark smirk. I blush profusely and turn my head away.

  “See something you like, sweetness?”

  I roll my eyes. “Kind of full of yourself, aren’t you?”

  I feel the bed dip and can’t resist bringing my eyes back to his. I swear, his gaze absolutely brings me to my knees. How can he do that? With on simple look, I’m willing to throw everything out the door: my dignity, pride… Hell, what is that again? He’s so different from the other men that I’ve been with. He’s more controlled, just… Damn, he’s more everything. I sit up on the bed and turn my face away from him. At this point, I’m so confused. I don’t know whether to fuck his brains out or leave the room. Nothing with Alex is black and white.

  “It’s not considered being full of yourself if you’re right,” I hear him say just as his breath fans across my neck.

  I shiver. I don’t want him to know how much he affects me because that would give him too much power, but I can’t help the way I feel. I close my eyes and try to calm my pounding heart. Damn, it feels like my first time all over again. That’s another thing that’s never happened before. I’ve never had this feeling of complete ecstasy from the simplest of touches. I knew it was going to be different with him, but I never expected it to be like this.

  His lips press against my shoulder and I moan from the light contact, tilting my head to the side for easier access. I feel his hand weave through my hair and the contact has my scalp prickling. I sigh and each kiss he presses against me becomes rougher, as if his control is faltering. He’s not the only one who’s getting a little frustrated from the soft and slow shit. I wasn’t used to it being that way. Hell, my first time was with a dick of a one-night stand that didn’t care whether he plowed through my hymen or eased his way in—a/k/a the Pierce douche bag. I spent the better part of two weeks healing from that shit. It took me a while after that to actually trust someone enough to get near me like that again.

  I melt against his chest, bite my lip, and beg him to take me. “Alex… Please, just… God, just take me. I can’t take this soft shit anymore. That’s not me; that’s not what I do,” I huff.

  “Thank. F
ucking. God.” I hear him say before my back hits the mattress and he’s on top of me.

  His lips instantly fuse against mine, sucking and nipping at my lips with his teeth. I groan and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. The weight of his body pressing me down into the mattress is one of the best feelings to date. I willingly open my legs for him, feeling his bobbing erection slide against my heat. I squirm against him and love the feel of him near me this way. His hand slithers up the side of my body, enveloping my breast. I break the kiss when he squeezes and he begins to nip down my jaw. God, I love the feeling of his lips on my skin.

  “Alex,” I plead.

  He snickers against the skin of my neck. “Just hold on, sweetness, I’ve got you.”

  I growl and unwrap my arms from around his neck. I push against his chest, but he stays strong. I whimper, trying to push at his shoulders again. Yet again he doesn’t move. I put my hands on both sides of his face and bring his face to where he’s looking into my eyes.

  I lick my lips. “If you don’t fuck me right now, then get the fuck off.” I glare up at him.

  He chuckles, but leans away from me and lines his length up with my entrance. I cry out when he pushes in just an inch. He rests my legs in the crook of his arms and places a chaste kiss on my ankle. My breath is already falling from my lips in fast pants and his head is thrown back in pleasure. The only thing that could be better than this is him fucking me like a dehydrated man finding water for the first time. He pushes in another inch and we both groan from the tightness. And I’ll be damned, his motherfucking cell phone rings. I glare up at him and see that his eyes are open and glaring in the direction of the damned phone—the one I’m about to break in a minute.