Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

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

one to let anyone think she was in

thud, a grunt escaping his lips as

had melted into something more

brushed the strands of hair from her flushed face, her expression of confidence leaving no room

the effort of the moment, but her eyes, always unyielding,

will be in charge! Her fingers danced from his throat along his torso, tracing

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

V.

each other, but at

towards him and kissed him again, while her hands moved methodically to

mounted, she gave up patience and tore at the fabric,

never experienced

instead of resisting, he let it

hands clung to her waist as if he

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

and kissed him delicately from his neck to

rest of the night blurred into

she remembered was the sensation of being caught in a violent storm, tossed about

second, and the only thing he

doing,

hasn't worn

the drug.

serious? What are you, an animal? And stop

.

.

there, idiot! The night continued in a whirlwind of desire and

finally woke up, Allison noticed

reached out and his fingers curled around the

just inches from the dagger that had once been at his waist; danger had been

up, his eyes drifting to the intricate designs on the ceiling, trying to

a broken record, unable