His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 581

She felt like she was seeing the man he used to be all over again. His intense possessiveness almost overwhelmed her. Casper had always been in great shape; even if his back wasn't as smooth as it once was, his chest and abs were still impressive. Even now, as he held her waist with anger, resentment, jealousy, and a raw need to assert control, he was irresistibly sexy, sending shivers down her spine.

"Will you ever change for me?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck and gently biting his earlobe, her voice dripping with allure.

He didn't pause, his breath growing hotter. He gazed at her with eyes full of desire, watching her face flush with pleasure, bit by bit...

Desire flared up again. He pressed his hand against the back of her head, kissing her fiercely. Yet, his bites were tender, almost careful.

Who knows how long it lasted? Their sweat mingled, marking the end of their passionate encounter. He slipped off his jacket, draped it over her, straightened his clothes, and carried her out of the nightclub.

Dillon saw him leave, quickly putting out his cigarette and approached. "Mr. Casper."

"Drive us home," Casper instructed, his voice cool but with a hint of raspiness.

Dillon nodded, "Yes, sir."

sped back to the mansion. Casper held Eliza with one arm, her high heels and the torn strap in the other, striding

was late. The mansion was quiet. Eliza was carried into his bedroom, a place she'd never been

gently laid her down, pulled the blanket over her. Her eyes, still clouded with lingering desire, looked at him through the darkness. "Have you thought about

agree to treatment?"

right through her. Her plan was to stir his emotions, but he had

she admitted. "So, are you

his eyes filled with deep insecurity, as if even a moment's hesitation from her

go to such lengths to

she should have confessed earlier that she still loved him. Maybe she should have let go of her doubts sooner. Then, they might

SUMS

too late. If he was willing to change, they could still have a bright

her, gently stroking her hair. "Thank you, Elle. Thank you for still loving me. I promise, I'll go for treatment. Even if it doesn't turn out as we hope, I'm Willing to change for

down, holding her tight. She was thrilled, knowing that, despite the tactics she used, his willingness to accept the suggestion