WARNING: CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT s****l CONTENT (18+)
I felt I would fall to the ground weakly in my failure. All of my energy was drained from my limbs and soul. I had failed. I failed to kill the man I was in love with. I felt several warm tears run down the sides of my face. I stepped back afraid.
Marcus placed the gun back in his belt and closed the distance between us in a single bound. He took hold of the sides of my face with either of his hands and forced me to look up at him. My lips fell open as I tried to break free placing my hands on his own to pry him away from me. But he whipped the tear away and kissed my lip.
Marcus threw my loose shawl to the ground. He wanted to take me now, and in my desperate anger I wanted him as well. I ripped the side of his shirt loose
