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 again, her lips scorching as they

fully conscious, her

her initiative and tenderness, unable to

asked, his voice thick

her system hadn't worn off; her feverish body craved release. She shook her head,

pounded wildly. His passion erupted

care about the

times they had been together that night;

Eliza woke,

ached, the heat inside her had faded, leaving her utterly drained. She remembered entering a dark

No, that wasn't right.

drugged with an aphrodisiac,

QUMS

eyes widened as she sat up abruptly, throwing off the

"Oh my God..."

pierced

exhausted man beside her. He looked at her groggily. "What's

second, she grabbed

you? I was drugged, and 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 in

from the

the drug in her system, and her