Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 11

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.

neck and placed

anyone think

a thud, a grunt escaping his lips as

coldness of his gaze had melted into

hair from her flushed face, her expression

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

throat along his torso,

by shadows, but his body was a sculptor's dream: lean, powerful, a perfect

V.

at that moment it didn't

him and kissed him again, while

gave up patience and tore at the

reins, had never experienced someone turning

instead of resisting, he

clung to her waist as if he could

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

and kissed him delicately from his neck to his

of the night blurred

the sensation of being caught in a violent storm,

fleeting second, and the only

doing, he heard himself

hasn't worn

the drug.

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

.

.

in a whirlwind of

woke up, Allison noticed something hard

fingers curled around the

that had once been at his waist; danger had been his

his eyes drifting to the intricate designs on

a broken record, unable to

room, barely illuminated by the thin rays of light that filtered through

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