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.

around his neck and placed her

anyone think

with a thud, a grunt escaping his lips as he opened his

his gaze had melted into

from her flushed face, her expression of confidence leaving no room

moment, but her eyes, always unyielding, remained fixed

be in charge! Her fingers danced from his throat along his torso, tracing the chiseled muscles beneath her

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

V.

both using each other, but at that moment

while her hands moved

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

who always held the reins, had never

instead of resisting, he let it

waist as if he could somehow

an artist's muse, each movement bringing

his neck to his cheek, before placing her lips on those deep, magnetic

rest of the night blurred into fragments in

remembered was the sensation of being caught

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

are you doing,

hasn't

the drug.

What are you, an animal? And stop

.

.

The night continued in

noticed

and his fingers curled around the

just inches from the dagger that had once been at his

drifting to

like a broken record, unable to

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