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.

his neck and placed her other hand on his shoulder,

let anyone think she

grunt escaping

coldness of his gaze had melted into something more confusing:

brushed the strands of hair from her flushed face, her expression of confidence leaving

the moment, but her eyes, always

fingers danced from his throat

hidden by shadows, but his body was a sculptor's dream: lean, powerful, a perfect

V.

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

while her hands moved methodically to unbutton

patience and tore at the fabric, her palms resting in

had never experienced someone turning the tables like

resisting, he

to her waist as if he could somehow make

dim light like an artist's

leaned her head and kissed him delicately from his neck to his cheek, before placing

of the night blurred into

thing she remembered was the sensation of being caught in a

back to reality for a fleeting second, and the

you doing,

still hasn't worn

the drug.

you serious? What are you, an animal? And

.

.

continued in a

noticed something hard digging into

difficulty, he reached out and his fingers curled around the cold silver metal of a

the dagger that had once been

drifting to the

like a broken record, unable to

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