His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Dillon stood by the car, watching Casper's figure fade into the distance...

He couldn't help but wonder, with Mr. Casper having sustained such serious injuries, would he...

"Dillon, what's on your mind?" The driver handed Dillon a cigarette. "Worried Mr. Casper's not gonna make it?" Dillon took the cigarette, bringing it to his lips. "He's been hurt so bad... What if he doesn't make it?"

"Don't worry yourself sick. Mr. Casper's young and strong," the driver said, thinking Dillon was overreacting.

Dillon took a slow drag. Maybe it was because Casper had cheated death too many times; it had Dillon on edge. "Let's head back."

"Alright."

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In the bedroom...

The man and woman were entwined, bodies pressed tightly together. Amidst the soft sounds of kissing, their tongues danced with tireless fervor.

His breaths grew hotter as he let her tear at his clothes...

Though exhausted, he clutched her waist, his passion relentless.

They were both drenched in sweat by the end of it.

his waist

conscious, her desire more a physical

her initiative and tenderness,

am?" he asked, his voice thick with

in her system hadn't worn off; her feverish body craved

pounded wildly. His passion

didn't care about the

couldn't remember how many times they had been together that night; whenever she whispered "more," he

woke, it

faded, leaving her utterly drained. She remembered entering a

No, that wasn't right.

been drugged with an

QUMS

as she sat up abruptly, throwing

"Oh my God..."

pierced the

exhausted man beside her. He looked at her groggily.

turned sharply to see Casper... and in the next second, she grabbed a pillow and hurled it at his

you still touched me? And another thing..." she was nearly incoherent with rage, "How did you end up in my bed? Are you involved with those men

now fully awake from the

her system,