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.

grip around his neck and placed her

one to let anyone think she was in

thud, a grunt escaping his lips as

had melted into

brushed the strands of hair from her flushed

the moment, but

throat along his torso, tracing the chiseled

was partially hidden by shadows, but his body was a sculptor's

V.

each other, but at that

towards him and kissed him again, while her hands

and tore at the fabric, her palms resting in the warmth of

reins, had never experienced someone turning

resisting, he let it

to her waist as if

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

delicately from his neck to his cheek, before placing

night blurred into

only thing she remembered was the sensation of being caught

he snapped back to reality for a fleeting second, and the only thing he could focus on was the

are you doing, he heard

hasn't worn

the drug.

you serious? What are you, an animal? And stop biting

.

.

The night continued in

noticed something hard digging

his fingers curled

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

drifting to the intricate designs on the ceiling,

moment, his thoughts spun like a broken record, unable

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