His Destructive, Toxic Love

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."

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

It was late. The mansion was quiet. Eliza was carried into his bedroom, a place she'd never been before. Even half-asleep, she could sense that familiar scent.

Casper 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 your answer yet?"

"You pushed my buttons today just to get me to agree to treatment?" he asked, his voice rough, his breath hot.

She nodded. He could always see right through her. Her plan was to stir his emotions, but he had to choose willingly. She knew him well.

"Yes," she admitted. "So, are you willing?"

"Do you still love me?" he asked, his eyes filled with deep insecurity, as if even a moment's hesitation from her would break him. "Hmm?"

"Do you think someone who doesn't love you would go to such lengths to help you improve? Casper, come on."

She admitted it. Maybe she should have confessed earlier that she still loved him. Maybe she should have let go of her doubts sooner. Then, they might not have ended up here.

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But it's not too late. If he was willing to change, they could still have a bright future.

His Adam's apple bobbed, his chest rising and falling. He opened the blanket and slipped in beside 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 you

He finally let his guard down, holding her tight. She was thrilled, knowing that, despite the tactics she used, his willingness to accept the suggestion was the best outcome.

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Her small hand gently pinched his ear. "I'll be there with you."

He took her hand in his, kissed it softly. "No need. I want you to see a new me when I come back."

"Mhm," she agreed, lifting her face to offer her lips. He entwined their fingers and kissed her. From now on, it seemed they were partners in fate.

Their breaths mingled, the lights flickered. His lips traveled down her neck, kissing her first inch of warmth, their feelings intertwining like a delicate web...