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.

could catch his breath, her delicate hands wrapped around his waist again,

He knew she wasn't fully conscious, her desire more

initiative and tenderness, unable to pull

I am?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. "Hmm? Tell

her feverish body craved release. She shook her head, her

pounded wildly. His passion erupted

didn't care

many times they had been together that night; whenever

woke, it was

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

No, that wasn't right.

been drugged with an aphrodisiac,

QUMS

as she sat up

"Oh my God..."

pierced the

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

second,

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 pillow assault, frowned

spent the entire night neutralizing the drug in her system, and her