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

to let anyone think she

thud, a grunt escaping

gaze had melted

was now straddling him, brushed the strands of hair from her flushed face, her expression of confidence leaving

the effort of the moment, but her eyes,

Her fingers danced from his throat along his torso, tracing the

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

V.

but at

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

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

had never experienced someone turning the tables like

instead of resisting,

hands clung to her waist as if he could somehow

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

delicately from his neck to his cheek,

blurred into

was the sensation of being caught in a violent

a fleeting second, and the only thing he could focus on was

doing, he

hasn't worn

the drug.

What are you,

.

.

continued in a whirlwind

Allison noticed something hard digging into

reached out and his fingers curled around

dagger that had once been at his waist; danger had

himself to sit up, his eyes drifting to the intricate designs on

thoughts spun like a broken

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