Can’t Win Me Back

At first, Jameson had no intention of touching her.

His love for her was so profound that he couldn't bring himself to do it.

He was well aware that this wedding was far from perfect, decent, or presentable.

In fact, it was almost absurd.

But the fact that she refused to even pretend or put on a show during his final days was unbearable.

Alyssa watched as Jameson's chest was gradually exposed, a bead of sweat trailing down his sculpted abs, his skin flushed with a pink hue of arousal.

Her eyes widened in terror, her face burning with embarrassment.

It hurt.

It hurt all over.

Pain spread throughout her insides and to every nerve ending.

Just as his hands reached to tear her nightgown, he caught a glint of cold steel in his peripheral vision.

He held his breath.

Somehow, Alyssa had gotten her hands on a sharp knife.

She had positioned it right at his chest in the blink of an eye.

She would be aiming at his heart if she moved it a little to the side.

"Where did you get that from, Lyse?" After amoment of shock, Jameson smiled gently.

even bat an

dare

will kill you!" Alyssa

were bloodshot, and her hand trembled as she gripped the

forgetting to put away the knife

took the opportunity to snatch it and

tranquilizer rendered her incapable of using any

every last bit

her again, she

certainly would! Jameson's lips curled into a slight smile, tenderness in his eyes as he

of the knife slowly pressed

struggling to keep

longer to live." Jameson's body shook

diagnosed with a terminal

My days are numbered.

me during my final days?"

so many

down her face, Alyssa roared with fury, "Jameson, do you think you deserve a peaceful end? That's impossible! "You pushed for the wedding quickly because you received word that the island

you can't stay

"Listen...

apology, and be judged fairly so that the souls of the dead can find peace!" Initially,

she realized he wanted her to surrender completely during his

to Jasper

die than

right." Jameson laughed harshly, his gaunt, chiseled face

know I'm wicked, a

he wrenched the knife from her grasp, ignoring the cut it made on

above her head, his lips crashing onto hers with a

feel like he was trying to devour her,