Toxic Love

By Andrea Bellmont

Love can consume a person. Malcolm Withers consumed me. I'm not complaining, you see, he's everything I ever wanted in a man, and he loves me.

I love Malcolm with every fiber of my being. However, some men must be the hunter, and they must have prey. I willingly accepted that position.

However, never cross the hunter. The consequences could be grave.

Then the hunter becomes the jailer.

Love is a strange and intense emotion, and it makes men and women do crazy things.

Sometimes it takes a near-death experience to make two people realize love and trust must go hand and hand.

My name is Miranda Owens, and I learned that the hard way.

****Adult content, graphic sex, spanking, and dominance. If this is not your cup of tea, this book is not for you****

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bitten Press LLC
• Release date: Apr 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201879570

Andrea Bellmont

Andrea Bellmont is a writer of erotica and erotic romance. She dabbles in the paranormal end of the genre and loves her three muses. They're naughty muses whom she blames for her most erotic stories. She's a wife, a mother and still believes a woman should be at all times sexy and self confident. Journey with her, in an adult never land. Andrea Bellmont. Passions Iron Grip and Bonds (Kindle Locations 442-445). Bitten Press.

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Toxic

Love

Andrea Bellmont

Bitten Press, LLC

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Table of Contents

Prelude

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

Epilog

About the Author

Blurb:

Love can consume a person. Malcolm Withers consumed me. I’m not complaining, you see, he’s everything I ever wanted in a man, and he loves me.

I love Malcolm with every fiber of my being. However, some men must be the hunter, and they must have prey. I willingly accepted that position.

However, never cross the hunter. The consequences could be grave.

Then the hunter becomes the jailer.

Love is a strange and intense emotion, and it makes men and women do crazy things.

Sometimes it takes a near-death experience to make two people realize love and trust must go hand and hand.

My name is Miranda Owens, and I learned that the hard way.

Toxic Love

Prelude

Heart with solid fill

It wasn’t easy to breathe. My hands were tied behind my back, and he’d shoved a dirty old rag in my mouth to silence me. My ankles were bound with a zip tie hindering me from kicking the side of the car’s trunk. All I could think about was tonight and what Malcolm might have planned for me. Perhaps he’d torture me and then kill me. Had I angered him that much? Why hadn’t I seen the signs? Why hadn’t I picked up on his over-obsessive nature? Malcolm Withers was the man I loved, adored, and wanted to spend the rest of my life loving. How could he turn on me the way he had?

Tears got me nowhere. Malcolm’s heart had hardened toward me. He hated me.

Tonight, was possibly the last night of my life and how I got to this point was my own fault. You never push a man like Malcolm to the breaking point. The end result could be death. I didn’t believe him when he told me he’d kill me if I cheated. I thought he was just melodramatic that first night we were together. How could a man as perfect as Malcolm want me?

Miranda, I wanted you from the first moment I saw you. I’ve never felt that way before about anyone. However, baby, never cross me or cheat. I can forgive anything, but knowing another man has fucked you, kissed you, and held you, will break me apart. I honestly don’t know how I’d react.

At the time, those words told me how much he cared for me, flattered me, and made me feel so wanted.

Malcolm, I am completely devoted to you, mind, body, and soul. I love you.

His smile melted me, and I could see his affection for me in his eyes. Those small smile lines at the corners of his eyes never lied.

It was true. I loved him, and deep down inside, if he ever wanted another woman or did the things he did to me to another woman, I too had no idea how I would react or survive such betrayal. Loving that deeply and completely could be a gift or a curse.

I never considered myself deep or even complex. However, Malcolm was, and to understand, him, one needed to know the kind of man he was, sometimes volatile, yet fair. God, he was so pleasing to the eye, and to the opposite sex, he was a magnet. Women gave him whatever he wanted.

He’d been spoiled. Yes, women spoiled him, and he loved it and gave them every reason to continue their adoration. He was an amazing lover. He had no hang-ups, and his deep sexy voice could melt the polar caps. It sounds so cliché, but he was that damn good.

I met Malcolm through the brokerage who employed me.

I must admit that when I saw Malcolm Withers, I was mesmerized. He was so damn good-looking, poised, and charming. I won’t lie, he was disgustingly rich, and that too caught my attention. I can still remember that day and how it felt to be near him. By the end of the day, I think I’d already fallen in love with him.

I wanted him to know that I was different from other women. I wanted him to see I was independent, intelligent, and moving up in the brokerage firm where I worked.

To my surprise, he went after me.

Malcolm wore his heart on his sleeve. I took advantage of his love for me, and I defied him, gave him the chase. I won his heart and then proceeded to crush it. I was a fool to push him as far as I did. His possessiveness and my jealousy were his downfalls.

This was no game, and my life was in his hands.

The car stopped. My heart was now in my throat. I heard the car door slam, and his heavy footsteps approach the back of the black Lexus. Bitch, he hissed. Fuck, Miranda! he yelled. God, he was angry.

The hood to the trunk didn’t open; instead, he began banging on it. Are you scared, little chicken? Tonight, I’m going to torture your pretty ass, and you will wish for death.

I had pleaded with him and tried to explain that what he witnessed earlier tonight wasn’t what he thought. Please, God, please, help me. I didn’t want to die and not at Malcolm’s hands. I loved him. I adored him, and if only he’d listen to me. If only I hadn’t been such a spiteful, stupid ass.

Again, he pounded the hood of the trunk. Baby, why? he yelled.

Dear God, I could hear the torture in his voice, and still, I couldn’t answer him. The dirty rag was cutting into my mouth, and I wanted to scream and beg him for forgiveness.

Finally, the trunk opened, and Malcolm stood glaring at me. He wore only a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He had to be freezing. I’d never seen him so disheveled.

It was the dead of winter in New York. My body was already numb from the cold, and because he had me tied, it hindered proper blood flow. But numb was better than pain.

His t-shirt was still stained with Tony Ferrara’s blood. I never expected to see Malcolm lose his mind the way he did, beating Tony close to death. Now all I could feel was remorse for my stupid, vengeful actions. My jealousy had gotten the better of me, along with my overactive imagination. I believed Malcolm was fucking Jenny Abrams behind my back.

I fell prey to a spurned women’s rants and lies.

She was telling everyone and anyone who would listen that Malcolm still wanted her, met her on the sly and fucked her as often as he could. The bitch went on about how well-endowed he was, that he was into all kinds of kink, and how he commanded a woman’s body. I knew she wasn’t lying. With Malcolm, my orgasms were spectacular. But again, I loved him and just thinking about him made me wet with desire.

I knew she was his last conquest, and he had used her, but she had used him also, so when he cast her aside, he shattered her vanity. She told him she was not like the others and how dare he treat her like the others. A beautiful high-priced model, Jenny wanted to get even with him. But a man like Malcolm Withers and a woman like Jenny used people. Wealth and power corrupted people, and Malcolm was no different.

Now I realize that Jenny was lying. Nothing really happened between them, and their affair was over months before he met me.

When I approached Tony and asked him to go along with my hair-brained scheme, he told me Malcolm rejected the bitches’ advances.

"Miranda don’t do this. I’m not sure how Malcolm will react. You know the man is in love with you. I’ve never seen him this devoted to anyone the way he is to you. Ignore that crazy bitch because she only wanted him for his power and money. She’s as cold as ice. He’s not with Jenny any