His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 362

She had been tirelessly working for days, pulling strings, spending money, and exhausting herself to deal with her father's illness. Her body and soul were utterly drained. Yet here he was, lecturing her on propriety.

Who did he think he was?

"What right do you have, Casper? Who are you to me? My life and my affairs are none of your business. You have no authority over me. Let me go."

She struggled against him, her hands pounding against his strong, well-defined fingers.

Her eyes blazed with resentment.

"What if I don't let go?" His hand moved to her pale neck, pulling her closer. "Why are you so hostile towards me? Did I help you wrongly?"

"I don't need your help; I can handle it myself." She sneered, truly not needing his uninvited intervention. "Mr. Casper, you really have a knack for meddling." "Yeah, I'm a damn fool for caring." He gripped her neck, his kiss more angry than tender.

It was forceful, angry, and meant to teach a lesson.

He pinned her down, not allowing her to resist or refuse.

Even in front of the driver and Dillon, he began to tear open her blouse.

"Slap."

A harsh slap landed on his face.

Eliza, in a panic, clutched her clothes. "Stop it."

with both lust and anger. He took

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to maintain a

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wasn't as strong, as quick, and what's worse, she couldn't

car drove directly into

out, Casper had lifted her onto his

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silent, his face stormy and

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were

She couldn't resist him.

were nothing to

feel entitled to have his way with

the bed, she felt as fragile as a leaf swept by a violent

tore off his tie, carelessly pressing down on

can you calm

struggled, trying to find a moment to breathe amidst his

and strong,

his lip, blood spreading between them,

and dominance further.

His kiss was relentless.

as their blood mixed, creating a salty taste, he didn't