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.

quick movement, she tightened her grip around his neck and placed her other hand

one to let anyone think she was in

thud, a grunt escaping his lips as he opened

gaze had melted into

strands of hair from her

heaved with the effort of the moment, but her eyes,

danced from his throat along his torso, tracing the chiseled muscles

was a sculptor's dream: lean, powerful, a perfect masterpiece in the shape of a

V.

each other, but at that moment it didn't feel

leaned towards him and kissed him again, while her hands

the fabric, her palms resting

held the reins, had never experienced someone turning the tables like

instead of resisting, he

clung to her waist as if he could somehow make her

the dim light like an artist's muse, each

delicately from his neck to his cheek, before placing

rest of the night blurred

she remembered was the sensation of being

second, and the only thing he could focus

you doing, he

hasn't

the drug.

you, an animal?

.

.

in a whirlwind of

Allison noticed something

curled around the cold silver metal of

from the dagger that had once been at his waist; danger had been his silent witness

to the

like a broken record, unable to hold

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