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.

her delicate hands wrapped around his waist again, her lips scorching as they found his

violently. He knew she wasn't fully conscious, her desire more a physical reaction than anything

her initiative and

am?" he asked, his voice thick

hadn't worn off; her feverish body craved release.

His passion erupted like a

care

had been together that night; whenever she whispered "more," he complied. As dawn broke, they finally

woke, it was

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

No, that wasn't right.

had been drugged with an aphrodisiac, and

QUMS

as she sat up abruptly, throwing

"Oh my God..."

scream pierced the

woke the exhausted man beside her. He looked at her groggily.

in the next second, she

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

awake from

her system, and