Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Allison found herself pinned against the wide, cold table, the cold seeping into her skin as her vision swirled in a dizzying fog.

You.

.

.

She barely managed to speak before her words were swallowed by the fierce pressure of lips.

by Kellan.

He put his arm around her waist and brushed her fingers against her skin, sending an electric shock up her back.

The sensation was not only searing, it was unforgettable.

Slower, Allison whispered, her breath coming in harsh gasps, as her hand moved to the sharp contours of her waist and her fingers met the hardness beneath.

It was all fire and steel.

Impressive in every way, but he had no sense of tenderness.

But Kellan wasn't listening.

His body moved with a primal urgency, like a predator savoring its rare prey.

Moments ago, they had aimed their weapons at vital organs, but now they were entangled in a dangerous rhythm, fueled by something that consumed them much more.

Let the hate.

Don't move! His voice, rough and grave, filled the air.

His ragged breathing came in short bursts, and that command alone had enough intensity to make anyone's blood heat.

But Allison wasn't just anyone.

Orders never sat well with him.

she tightened her grip around his neck and placed

let anyone think she

table with a thud, a grunt escaping

had

of hair from her

effort of the moment,

from his throat along his torso, tracing the chiseled muscles beneath her

sculptor's dream:

V.

but at that moment it didn't

leaned towards him and kissed him again, while her

mounted, she gave up patience and tore at the fabric, her palms resting in the warmth of

had never experienced someone turning the

of resisting,

as if he could

was sculpted against the dim light like an artist's muse, each movement bringing them

him delicately from his neck to his cheek, before placing her lips on those deep,

rest of the night blurred into fragments in

sensation of being caught in a violent storm, tossed about by the

a fleeting second, and the only thing he could

doing, he

hasn't worn

the drug.

you, an animal? And

.

.

in

up, Allison noticed something hard digging into

reached out and his fingers curled around the cold

inches from the dagger that had once been

eyes drifting to the intricate designs

a moment, his thoughts spun like a broken record, unable to hold on

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