His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 389

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.

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.

"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 satisfying your own desires."