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 and placed her other hand on his shoulder,

one to let anyone

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

had

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

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

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

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

patience and tore at the

who always held the reins, had never

of resisting, he

her waist as if he could

an artist's muse, each movement bringing them

delicately from his neck to his cheek, before

blurred into fragments in her

was the sensation of being caught in a violent

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

are you doing, he heard

hasn't

the drug.

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

.

.

The night continued in a whirlwind of

noticed something hard digging

his fingers curled around the

that had once been at

his eyes drifting to the intricate designs on the ceiling,

thoughts spun like a broken record, unable

room, barely illuminated by the thin rays of light