His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Casper was a tyrant in bed, never giving a damn about Eliza's feelings. She loathed the loveless sex they shared.

"Isn't it awkward doing this with our eyes wide open?" she asked icily, glaring at him.

Her words instantly ticked him off. Pinning her down, he flipped her over, pressing his full weight against her back. Eliza hated this position and struggled a bit.

"Hold still," he snarled, his hot breath against her ear. "Mrs. Welton, haven't you figured out how to please your husband yet? Maybe you need a little lesson, hmm?"

In this setting, his words dripped with a twisted kind of intimacy. She felt a mix of discomfort and fear.

"Casper, please... don't," she pleaded.

Grabbing her chin, he forced her to face him, kissing her hard while his hand gripped her waist. "Isn't this part of normal married life?"

her neck, biting into her delicate shoulder. Eliza winced in pain. He intertwined his fingers with hers, their bodies close, whispers of false affection filling the quiet

relationship. He didn't love her; it was all about physical need. His emotional needs were never about her.

as bright. She had bought the most beautiful nightgown for herself and one for him. She had

two kids-a boy and a girl-to complete

no tender moments. Her carefully chosen nightgown ended

loudly, letting her vent. Once Nova was tired of yelling, she started breaking things. Standing on the stairs, Eliza frowned, "Nova,

the porcelain vase

is loaded; what do a few vases matter? Do you think Casper would

and smirked. "Go ahead then, break whatever

Casper is taking me to an important