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.

she tightened her grip around his neck and placed her other hand on his

anyone think she

grunt escaping his lips as

had melted into something more confusing:

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

chest heaved with the effort of the moment, but her eyes, always unyielding, remained fixed on

from his throat along his torso, tracing the

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

V.

both using each other, but at that

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

she gave up patience and tore at the fabric,

held the reins, had never experienced someone turning

of resisting, he let

clung to her waist as if he

light like an artist's muse,

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

of the night blurred into fragments in her

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

second, and the only thing he could focus on was

doing, he

still hasn't

the drug.

you, an

.

.

there, idiot! The night continued in

finally woke up, Allison noticed something hard digging into

curled around the cold silver metal of a

once been at his waist; danger

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

a broken record, unable to