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

kill

and her hand trembled

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

to snatch it and tuck it away under her

the tranquilizer rendered her incapable of using

point, she was draining every last bit

tried to touch her again, she would kill

lips curled into a slight smile, tenderness

tip of the knife

was nearly overwhelmed, struggling to keep

longer to live." Jameson's body shook with pain, his blood

with a terminal

My days are numbered.

with me during my

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 word that the

you can't

"Listen...

alive! I want you to stand trial, make a public apology, and be judged fairly so that the souls of the

wanted her to surrender completely during his

belonged to Jasper and Jasper

would rather die than let

you're right." Jameson laughed harshly, his

you know I'm wicked, a

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

above her head, his lips crashing onto

her feel like he was trying to