His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

"If you haven't eaten, just ask Dillon to order something for you. I'm no chef," Eliza said, her tone and expression as chilly as a winter's day.

Casper reached over and grabbed her half-eaten takeout box. "Let me have a bite of your meal."

Her takeout box had both veggies and meat, but it looked pretty unappetizing. Casper wasn't used to leftovers. If he didn't like the food, he'd definitely take it out on her.

Eliza snatched her takeout back and tossed it straight into the trash. "Better let Dillon order you a fresh one."

Casper pouted, "Forget it. I'd rather starve."

Dillon secretly chuckled. Casper was really being difficult.

"Ms. Valerie, Mr. Casper's been running a fever all day. It's rare for him to have an appetite, and you... why did you throw it away?"

"An appetite for leftovers?" Eliza mocked with a slight curl of her lip. "How unique."

Casper felt hurt. Was she really mocking him so blatantly?

Dillon was utterly amused by the scene. She was getting bolder.

didn't respond to Casper and walked back to

rest area where she liked to nap, giving her

wind, forcefully invading her personal space. His movements were quick and domineering. Before Eliza could react, his kiss descended on

as if he intended to devour her entirely. The ferocity of it, combined with his already elevated

him away, but his body was too heavy for her to muster

moment, she felt like a butterfly caught in a web, unable to struggle, and only able to be

her into his soul. Their breathing

voice carried an

some distance, "If you're hungry, go

"I have you."

of her head and kissed her dominantly, the embrace filled with

and domineering behavior. She decisively lifted her leg

him preci ich

it hurt.

where

in pain, and he groaned, "Eliza, do you really

lips pursed slightly, her face showing a hint of wariness as she carefully adjusted her clothes, her tone carrying a bit of helplessness. "I've already told you, I'm on my period right