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.

one quick movement, she tightened her grip around his neck

anyone

with a thud, a grunt escaping his lips as he

his gaze had melted into

the strands of hair from her flushed face, her expression of confidence leaving

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

fingers danced from his throat along

was a sculptor's dream: lean, powerful, a perfect

V.

other, but at

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

at the

always held the reins, had never experienced someone turning the tables

instead of resisting, he let it

if he could somehow make her

sculpted against the dim light like an artist's muse, each movement bringing them closer to chaos with every

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

rest of the night blurred into fragments

the sensation of being caught

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

doing, he

hasn't worn

the drug.

you, an animal?

.

.

in

Allison noticed something

curled around

had once been at his waist; danger had been his silent witness

to the

like a broken

by the thin rays of light that filtered through the heavy curtains,