His Destructive, Toxic Love

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.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

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

Before he could catch his breath, her delicate hands wrapped around his waist again, her lips scorching as they found his throat. "More..."

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

But he was lost in her initiative and tenderness, unable to pull away.

"Val, do you know who I am?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. "Hmm? Tell me?"

The drug in her system hadn't worn off; her feverish body craved release. She shook her head, her breath tickling his ear. "More..."

His heart pounded wildly. His passion erupted like a volcano once more.

He didn't care about the consequences.

Their lovemaking was relentless, never tiring. He couldn't remember how many times they had been together that night; whenever she whispered "more," he complied. As dawn broke, they finally drifted into sleep in each other's arms...

When Eliza woke, it was already

afternoon. Her head ached, the heat inside her had faded, leaving her utterly drained. She remembered entering a dark alley, surrounded by men, then everything went black...

No, that wasn't right.

She had been drugged with an aphrodisiac, and then...

Eliza's eyes widened as she sat up abruptly, throwing off the covers.

"Oh my God..."

Her scream pierced the silence.

The noise woke the exhausted man beside her. He looked at her groggily. "What's wrong?"

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

"Casper, you took advantage of me! How could 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 the alley?"

The man, now fully awake from the pillow assault, frowned deeply.

He'd spent the entire night neutralizing the drug in her system, and her first reaction was to accuse him?

"Look at my injuries. Do I look like I'm in league with them?"

Only then did Eliza notice the bruises on Casper's face and the cuts on his lips.

What happened?

She shook her head, trying to piece together her fragmented memories.

"How did you get hurt?"

"Rescuing you," he said matter-of-factly, lying back down, taking a deep breath. "Valerie, you should be grateful, not resentful. I don't expect your gratitude, but at least don't misunderstand me."

"What did I misunderstand?" She lay

there, exposed and vulnerable,

feeling aggrieved. "You slept with me. Isn't that a fact? How could you do that without my permission? Even if it was to neutralize the drug, you could have taken me to the

hospital instead of satin to the

your own desires."