"You shouldn't have gotten too close, Filomena. But you did, and it's your fault for touching a part of me you shouldn't have. Take responsibility because I'm not letting you shred my heart just as much as you pleased. I'm not Vincent and I won't chase after you. I'll make you come to me and beg me on your knees."
Fil balled her hands into a tight fist, knowing full well he had decided. Again, Fil felt choked and trapped. It was nauseating. This was what she felt three months ago. However, putting that aside, Fil had to keep a level head.
Marcus smirked maliciously as an unforgiving glint flickered across his eyes. "Do you know how I planned to do it? I'll ask Elise's hand and marry her. On our wedding night, I'll purposely call out your name, which will be the start of her nightmare. I'll keep taking other women home, let her hear their moans, and then apologize to her until she forgives me. And I'll do it again."
