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Pinned By My Stepbrother (MM)

Pinned By My Stepbrother (MM)

Theo's back arches off the cold locker room floor, a thick silicone cock buried to the hilt inside him, his stepbrother's hand wrapped around his throat. "You wanted this," Hunter growls, squeezing tighter. Theo's vision spots. His cock weeps. He nods or tries to. The pressure on his windpipe is pure ecstasy. Every brutal thrust of the toy scrapes against that spot that makes him see stars. He's a masochist. He can handle it. He needs it. Hunter leans down, breath hot against Theo's ear. “Say you're mine. Say the contract doesn't mean shit." Theo chokes out a laugh around the hand on his neck. "Make me." --- That's how it started. A lie. A scholarship. A stepbrother he pretended to hate and date Theo had a plan, keep his head down, win games, land the scholarship. But his new sponsor only supports out-and-proud athletes and Theo isn't out. So he lied. Said he was already in a relationship. With Hunter. His tattooed, sharp-tongued, forbidden stepbrother. That was four years ago. Now Hunter is back not as family, but as Theo's team manager. Same smirk. Same hands. Same way of pinning Theo against office walls and reminding him that lies have consequences. "You wanted to be in a relationship with me?" Hunter whispers, shoving the toy deeper, cutting off Theo's air again, spitting on his own cock fists stroking from base to tip while biting on Theo’s earlobe. "Then bleed for it.”
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Chapter: I SHOULD DIE
HUNTERPain… Hot, white, flaring pain was all I could see. My head throbbed heavily. My lips parted weakly, allowing a splitting headache to settle in. Light assaulted my vision as I pried them open, glancing around.I could hear faint voices by my side, loud chatters slowly becoming audible. My insides twisted into knots as I reached out to them.“Hunter… Jesus… Are you fine?” Jeremy asked, his face finally coming into view. I nodded slowly, my throat aching as I tried to speak.Zenya stood beside Jeremy, looking a little relieved… but Viktor wasn't around, which was pretty weird. I’d dare say I was closer to Viktor than zenya and he wouldn't have left me for dead.“Theo… Where is Theo?” I snapped back into reality, pushing myself up, trying to glance around to see if we were both placed in the same room. “Where the hell is my baby…? You must have found him if you found me… Where is my Theo?” I asked again, anxiety riddling through me. My nerves shook and I could feel my migraine d
Last Updated: 2026-05-28
Chapter: YING AND YANG
THEOI needed him, wanted him… and all it took for me to realize that much was seeing him with someone else…. It screwed with my head.Hunter was mine, but now we were seated in his car, silence stretching between us. I was quick to realize… there was a lot we had to discuss.“You left,” I whispered, finally saying it to his face in the manner I’d been dying to. “You left for three bloody years… no calls, no texts. You fucking just… vanished into thin fucking air. And dare I say, you left me for two years… while I was in a coma, even before I knew what had happened,” I admitted, feeling my chest cave in as our eyes locked.“I left because I had to…. I believed you would have a better life without me. Seeing you in that coma… it made me realize… I was nothing but a fucking thorn in your side, baby,” he muttered in response, baring his emotions just like I was.Those were the early stages of everything I felt for him. I didn't exactly mean it.“And when we met after, I realized I was a
Last Updated: 2026-05-25
Chapter: Hard as fuck
HUNTERWe have established the fact that Theo and I had a severe case of Stockholm Syndrome… but I didn’t like the fact that all he seemed to want was my body.Even now, beneath all his stupid fucking rage, he was taunting me. Pushing me to the edge, rage-baiting me into dicking him down good. I wanted him to want me, love me, need me. And if cutting him off my touch and starving him of cock would get me his affection… then fine, I’ll stoop so low to that point.“I have… somewhere to be, Captain. You should head home, too,” I spoke, clearing my throat and pulling myself away from Theo.Theo stared hard at me like I had just doused him with a bucket full of ice.“You won’t fucking edge me like this, Hunter. You started this shit, and you’ll fucking end it,” Theo snarled, yanking his fists of fury and standing close to me. This was taking every ounce of willpower I had to act sane.“No. You clearly stated you didn’t want me … You ended things a few days ago, didn’t you? So yes, go home
Last Updated: 2026-05-24
Chapter: TAKE IT…. BITCH
THEOHe'd been staring. Watching. Openly eye-fucking me like the posessive bastard he really was.It's been two whole weeks after that damned conversation. I'd told him to back off, hoping for nothing. But had I really expected him to actually back the fuck off? No.Not that I cared about him being here. But he couldn't openly keep gawking and barking out orders at me just because he was being a fucking petty bastard that won't have the balls to fuck off. He's just hanging around and it's making me nuts."Run your fucking drills again, for fuck's sake. How the fuck did they all make you captain? I spend money on this team. I won't let you run it into the ground." He barked out at me. His words jamming through me with heavy sarcasm. Fucking getting under my bloody nerves. A dirty one. I could see Jamal shifting on his knee on the other side. He had something going on, I'll fucking swear it. He'd knock out Hunter if he has to."Well, I've been playing quite fine before you bought the te
Last Updated: 2026-05-10
Chapter: CUCKOLD
So….. here’s the idea.I’ll be starting a new mm erotica and yeah this is a sneak peakCALEB.I was already hard when Marcus walked in. dripping Precum soaking through my boxers, leaving a dark spot on the gray fabric like I'd fucking pissed myself. My phone was propped against a pillow on the couch, screen tilted so I could watch with one hand while the other stroked my dick through the cotton.On the screen was some random dude from Grindr. Blonde and in his Early twenties. Already naked on his knees in a bedroom I didn't recognize. Marcus wasn't in frame yet, but I could hear him… that low, commanding voice he uses when he's about to ruin someone. "You want it?" "Yes, fuck, yes." "Then beg." The blond opened his mouth probably to sob or plead or whatever pathetic noise was about to come out—but that's when the front door of our apartment clicked open.I nearly dropped my phone.Marcus stepped into the living room with a towel slung low on his hips, wet hair curling at his
Last Updated: 2026-05-07
Chapter: kill for me
THEO.I parted my eyes, a buzzing fuzz behind my eyelids. My body ached… I must have really passed out. Beside me were empty boxes of Chinese food, and I somehow had no recollection of when I ate. It all passed in a blur. I had not said anything else as soon as he left…As soon as I’d spoken, the doorbell rang, we stared, and that was that… except now I realize how stupid I must have been. Why the hell was I so comfortable… he was different. An edginess grew in him that had not been there before, and I shouldn’t be here anymore.I rummaged for my phone and keys… both were somehow missing. I headed towards the door, knowing he must have had them. The door of the room I’d been… abducted in… was somehow fully open. I paused just outside, clutching at my fucking temples.“Good morning, princess. Took you a whole fucking while to wake… how do you feel? Any better?” he asked, reaching towards me, his arms swiping at me to feel my temperature. Well, I guess he eventually felt a little bit of
Last Updated: 2026-04-26
FORCED MARRIAGE TO THE HOCKEY BASTARD (MM)

FORCED MARRIAGE TO THE HOCKEY BASTARD (MM)

Silas Peterson, the wealthy, pompous, reckless hockey god who loves to throw his energy around, makes a mistake which almost costs him his career. Now he has to prove he isn’t the reckless maniac his fans think him to be. Enter Zane Hart, well-built, controlled, level-headed, elite hockey star, prepared to do everything and anything to enable his career, goes without a flaw. One reckless night leaves Silas’s life hanging by a thread… and he’s forced into a three-year contract marriage with his sworn enemy or let his career collapse. Silas is thrilled. Finally, he can confront Zane, the overly humble, two-faced , backstabbing friend who betrayed him years ago. And Zane? He might just play Silas’s game. Backing down has never been his style. Besides… what could posibly happen if he married the one person whom he hated the most on earth.
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Chapter: BLUE BALLS
ZANE’S POVI alighted from the car, an ugly-ass frown on my face, my teeth gritted as I glanced around. I felt Silas’ hands drop down to the base of my back, a smile on his face as he leaned closer.“Smile, baby, this is a fucking party, not a funeral. You might as well act your price, Zandoll, you are pretty expensive,” he muttered, purring into my ears. I gritted my teeth even harder, eyes filled with murderous intent as I swallowed hard, feeling eyes on us now.“Of course, flaunt your latest piece, your trophy lover… it’s an act, though, I am happy I serve your purpose, husband,” I mocked in sheer displeasure, anger laced in my words as I turned toward the cameras. Reporters flocked toward us, cameras flashing all around, questions tossed right at me. I held my lips firm, keeping my head afloat. Of course, the gold band on my finger was to make it catch the light.I could hear questions tossed around. The plan had been simple. Maxwell had briefed me: I attend the party, get introdu
Last Updated: 2026-03-25
Chapter: My Bitch
SILAS PETERSONI gleamed, realizing I had Zane finally, right where I wanted him. Elio had brought up the idea of a contract marriage, something to blow the media away and make me look… well, not homophobic.I turned my head in Zane’s direction. He was all tensed up, his body drawn taut, muscles tight, fists clenched, and teeth fucking gritted. Oh, he was so fucking pissed.“Here is your new home. I’ll be leaving with Elio. Sort out all terms. While you will sort out your shit with Silas, there is no loophole, you signed the contract, man. Might as well keep living the truth.”“Bullshit. You aren’t leaving me here with this… this… fuck, no,” he growled again, but his manager did well to ignore his anger, shoving his ass out of the car as Elio sped off.“It’s just us now… wifey.”“Don’t fucking call me that,” Zane snapped, shoving my hand off him. He’d always been the controlled one, always wagged his fucking tongue whenever he saw me. I didn’t like this progress at all… he had convin
Last Updated: 2026-03-22
Chapter: Zandoll
ZANE HART“Please, I’ll get it. Just one more week, that’s all I ask, I swear. I’ll get it… please, doctor,” I pleaded, my voice strained, panic lacing every word I spoke. Bile rose up my throat as my brother’s piercing scream filled the room.“You’ve given that excuse four times already. I am a doctor, Zane. Preserving human life is a must, but this is a place of work. We do not run on charity. I have simply tried holding out. This cannot keep going on. I’m sorry, Zane, but you need to bring your payment for at least this dose. You can sort the outstanding later on.”Another piercing scream from Tyler tore through the ward, and tears pooled in my eyes as I dropped to my knees immediately.“Please… please, just this once more. I swear by my mother I’ll get the payment ready in a week. I swear it. Please, doctor, just this once,” I begged.I could feel every eye in the corridor glance in my direction, low whispers filling the halls.Doctor Miles let out a small groan before rubbing his
Last Updated: 2026-03-21
Chapter: One Shot
SILAS PETERSONI passed the puck, turning my body slightly as Blake kicked forward. The puck went straight for the net. The timer went off just once, and cheers and ululation burst through the crowd. I stood there with a cocky, shit-eating grin on my face, a smirk settling on my lips as I flipped the rival team the middle finger.“I’m starting to feel sorry for you. You couldn’t even score one? That’s piss-poor skills y’all got,” I complained in mock pity, throwing sarcasm right in their faces. We’d gone with four goals tonight. Three scored by me, one assist.I could see their blonde hitter growling as he stormed in my direction, stopping only a few inches away from me.“I heard your brother is locked up again. His stupid addiction… but well, I guess it’s nothing new for the Petersons.”“Shut the fuck up before I knock those teeth off your goddamn mouth,” I warned, my tone wavering with the fury etched into my throat. Fuck… what had Alex done again? He really couldn’t keep himself cl
Last Updated: 2026-03-21
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM)

TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM)

I hated Seth Mallory with everything I had. He hated me just as much. If he drove a knife through my heart, I’d probably thank him. That’s how it’s always been—fire and ice, rivals to the core. Until the day he found out my secret. I’m gay. He’s not. End of story, right? Except it wasn’t. Seth Mallory, my worst enemy, wasn’t just angry. He was obsessed—with me. With teasing me, taunting me, and tempting me in ways I couldn’t resist. It was all fun and games, playing with the enemy, until it wasn’t. Because Seth isn’t who I thought he was. And when the game we started spirals out of control, I’m not sure either of us will survive the fallout—on the ice or off.
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Chapter: no mercy
JEREMY'S POV I didn’t think it’d be this easy to like him.That was the problem.I kept telling myself he wasn’t Zenya, but he looked like him. He moved like him. Talked with that same deep, deliberate voice. Same tilt of the head when he asked a question, same half-lidded gaze that always made my pulse tick faster. But Viktor smiled more. He let me talk. He listened. He didn’t crowd me like Zenya did, didn’t hold the silence like a noose, didn’t make me earn every crumb of affection.I knew I was supposed to be careful, supposed to draw some line in the sand, but I didn’t. I listened. I laughed. I even fucking encouraged him. I told him Miguel would love him once he stopped flinching at the idea. Told him family finds its way. Told him it wasn’t his fault, that Miguel just didn’t know what to do with someone new yet. Told him everything I shouldn’t have, because the whole time I was thinking—what the fuck am I doing? And still, I kept talking.We ended up walking through the
Last Updated: 2026-04-23
Chapter: Pound me, please
SETH'S POV I stared down at the phone like it’d grown fangs. The video was still paused, black screen taunting me with everything I couldn’t unsee, couldn’t unhear. My grip tightened around the beer bottle in my other hand, the glass slick with condensation. Miguel didn’t say anything, just leaned back against the counter like he hadn’t just set a fucking nuclear bomb off in Zenya’s chest with that little digital delivery. I handed him the phone silently, still reeling.Jeremy’s laugh drifted in from the porch—light, stupidly sweet. Like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn’t just cracked reality open with a kiss that wasn’t meant for Zenya but felt like it still was . Viktor was out there with him now, "catching up." That was what Jeremy had called it, like they were old friends, not two pieces of the same fucked-up puzzle suddenly fitting way too well.I rubbed the back of my neck, nerves prickling under my skin. “You sure that was… not a bit much?” My voice came out too soft. Careful
Last Updated: 2026-04-21
Chapter: replaced bitch....
ZENYA’S POV. Steam clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, bare feet sinking into the cold marble like it owed me comfort. It didn’t. Nothing fucking did. I wiped a hand down my face, over my jaw, through my hair. The silence of the room was deafening, the kind of silence that made you want to scream just to prove you weren’t dead yet. I didn’t scream. I’d done enough of that today—with bullets, not words. Christ, it was past two in the goddamn morning. I hadn’t even had time to think, not really. They’d sworn me in hours ago—Pakhan. Official. Locked in. A title that had been looming since I could form a fist and make someone bleed with it. And today, I used it. Used it like a goddamn guillotine. Blood on the rugs. Blood on my shirt. Eyes wide. Mouths begging. Betrayers buried. Benito should’ve been there.Benito should’ve lived.But he hadn’t. Grade one tumor. Slow kill. A death I saw coming for months and still—still—it fucking broke me. And yet, it wasn’t his de
Last Updated: 2026-04-20
Chapter: Two dicks and one hole
JEREMY’S POV What?No—no, what?I blinked hard, staring at the man in front of me, then back at Miguel, hoping like hell someone would laugh, slap me on the back and say just kidding . But no one did. Because no one was kidding.Zenya’s twin.The words hit me like a shovel to the back of the head, except there was no pain. Just white noise. Thick, oppressive confusion slamming through my skull like a migraine I didn’t see coming. I felt the blood drain from my face. My hands hung limp at my sides. And my dick—God help me—my dick didn’t get the memo, still half-hard, twitching like some stupid animal that couldn’t tell the difference between danger and desire.“What—” I started, voice raw, cracking. “What the fuck?”Miguel didn’t speak either. He just stood there, eyes locked on the man in the doorway, shoulders tense, jaw clenching harder with every breath.The man—adjusted the cuff of his sleeve, like none of this was new to him. Like barging in with a face that could break pe
Last Updated: 2026-04-19
Chapter: Fuck even byron
MIGUEL'S POV I was going to combust.Straight up set the fucking couch on fire from how hard I was gripping the throw pillow like it had personally wronged me. My leg bounced like I was jacked up on coke, and my thumb kept dragging down my phone screen, refreshing the damn tracking app I swore I wasn’t going to check. Again.Still at Byron’s.Still.That same fucking house on that same quiet street where Seth used to go just for “training.” Now he was probably curled up under some too-expensive throw blanket with that clean-cut fucker, giggling like some Disney Channel couple while I sat here dry-mouthed and losing my fucking mind.I knew I shouldn't have left that tracker in his car.I knew it. But what the hell else was I supposed to do? Sit back like a chump and hope he'd pick me when Byron's already two years ahead in the whole good-boy, stable life race?"You're gonna blow a gasket, papi," Jeremy muttered from the corner of the couch, legs slung over the armrest like he l
Last Updated: 2026-04-13
Chapter: A sinful sexy plan
SETH’S POVI should’ve known the second the door shut that it wasn’t gonna be a clean goodbye.Zenya hadn’t even been out of the house for more than a minute and already my heart was scraping itself raw in my chest, thudding like it was trying to rip out of my ribs and beat itself to death on the floor. The silence that followed after he left wasn’t peaceful, wasn’t gentle—it was screaming. It was that kind of silence that made everything feel louder.I ran a hand down my face, fingers trembling against my cheek. I hadn’t even turned fully before I heard Miguel shift behind me.That bastard had been waiting.Leaning against the wall like a fucking magazine ad, arms folded, expression unreadable, but his mouth already twitching into something bitter and knowing.I didn’t want to start a fight. Not today. Not when my whole body already felt like it had been gutted and hollowed out.But of course Miguel opened his mouth.“So,” he said, voice too casual to be real. “What now, Mallory? Gon
Last Updated: 2026-04-10
RIDING MY HOCKEY STEPBROTHER (MM)

RIDING MY HOCKEY STEPBROTHER (MM)

Remington “Remi” Flounder grew up wanting a brother, so of course he should’ve been overjoyed when his mother remarried a man with a son his age. Wrong. Remi hated him. He hated Soren the pompous, infuriatingly handsome, and dangerously sexy stepbrother hockey star who made it his mission to ruin his life. He mocked him. Taunted him. Drove him insane. Their hatred bloomed into something darker, their madness feeding on each other’s thirst for revenge. But one mistake had Soren cast out by his father… and that’s when Remi began to see their enmity for what it truly was, something more. Years later, he returns. A hockey captain out for his blood. But what happens when his first act is to destroy those who cross him? When he wards off every man who dares approach him? Or even betraying his best friend when he dares to want him too. Amid his twisted games, he whispers to him: “Let’s make a bet, Remi. Make me fall in love with you in three months, and I’ll leave you the fuck alone. Lose the bet, and you’ll submit to my three dares.” Now Remi finds himself torn between the stepbrother who loathes yet obsesses over him, a devilishly handsome man who betrayed his trust but would burn the world to win him back, and his equally possessive best friend, the man of his forbidden dreams
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Chapter: Nine bones
REMINGTON11 MONTHS, 23 DAYS LATER.“We… won?” I muttered beneath my breath, eyes glued to my phone, watching the hockey match live.“We fucking won!” I screamed at the top of my voice, earning a groan from Clark and a grumble from my mum. This was the final match in a major competition, and our school — Chastity Verse — won.“Pull over!” I ordered the driver behind the wheel. He glanced backwards at my mum, who groaned in frustration.“That boy will be your ruin. I do not approve of him. I told you a million times already,” Mom complained as I planted a quick kiss on her temple and did the same with Clark.“Bye Dad,” I greeted Clark before alighting from the car and hailing the next taxi immediately. I’d told Raphael I needed to take a break, go on this seminar thing with Mum because she practically begged about it, and Clark felt it was a good weekend to bond. But we won. I knew Raphael would be at the party thrown at their hotel tonight, likely high as a kite, but I couldn’t just l
Last Updated: 2026-04-02
Chapter: Die by my hands
REMINGTONDoes he love my mother? Or is this some actual arranged-marriage bullshit again? Or was he simply here because he was coerced into it by his, of course, tyrant twisted-minded son?“She’s in safe hands, Dad. I’ll have him checked into all his classes. Remi’s in very good hands,” Soren spoke, smiling wider — his golden retriever mask pulled on for our parents to see.“Thank you, Soren. I just had to be certain you had his back. So kids, there won’t be a honeymoon — there’s a business meeting for Clark and I tonight. We might be home late or take up a hotel,” Mom explained, running her fingers through my hair with a smile. She loved me. But I couldn’t stomach the thought of what she had done to me.“Bye, Clark,” I greeted. He hummed a goodbye with a sincere smile as I shut the door. I could hear other voices and Soren opening a door as well; soft footsteps pattered behind me. I’d refused breakfast because, God help me, I’d already been damned before I sat a few inches away from
Last Updated: 2026-04-02
Chapter: Haunting Remington
REMINGTONI always wanted a brother, and prayed for one desperately. But then I met Soren Gregory and I changed my mind. Some prayers should be left unanswered.My fingers trembled around the bouquet of flowers I held on my mother’s behalf as we all smiled into the camera. Fear and panic thrummed in me. I glanced sideways—he wasn’t there. Gone as soon as the picture was taken. I dragged out a loud huff of air, relieved that I could finally be calm for a minute.“The wedding’s over, this is the last picture. I need to sleep, Ma,” I whispered against my mother’s ear. There were still a few guests lingering around, but that wasn’t my main problem. I needed to get safe in my room before the grinning devil came back around.Mom gave me a slow nudge, whispered a few words of thanks. Her husband, Clark, seemed way too busy with the guests. I turned on my heels, bolted up the stairs into my bedroom before exhaling so hard my shoulders dropped. I hadn’t even switched off the light but I had lo
Last Updated: 2026-04-02
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