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

dare

will kill you!"

hand trembled as she

that day, he hurriedly left, forgetting to put away the knife he had used

to snatch it

to move, the tranquilizer rendered her incapable of using

she was draining every

tried to touch her again, she

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

tip of the knife slowly pressed into his

Alyssa was nearly overwhelmed, struggling to keep

Jameson's body shook with pain, his blood

with a terminal

My days are numbered.

my final days?" "You've committed

killed so many

deserve!" Tears streaming 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

can't stay hidden

"Listen...

want you to stand trial, make a public apology, and be judged fairly so that the souls of the dead can find peace!" Initially, she had not

wanted her to surrender completely during his

Jasper and

rather die than

his gaunt, chiseled face twisting in a

I'm wicked,

get what I want, neither will Jasper." As he spoke, he wrenched the knife from her grasp, ignoring the cut

next second, he had her wrists pinned above her

overpowering kiss made her feel like he was trying to devour her, to keep her