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.

his neck and placed her other

one to let anyone think

with a thud, a grunt escaping

gaze had melted into

of hair from her flushed face,

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

in charge! Her fingers danced from his throat along

a sculptor's dream:

V.

using each other, but at that

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

up patience and tore at the

the reins, had never experienced someone turning the tables like

of resisting, he let

hands clung to her waist as if he could somehow make

against the dim light like an artist's muse, each movement bringing them

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

the night blurred into fragments in her

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

for a fleeting second, and the only thing he could focus

you doing,

still hasn't worn

the drug.

What are you,

.

.

The night continued in a whirlwind of

woke up, Allison noticed something hard digging into

reached out and his fingers curled around

was just inches from the dagger that had once been at his waist; danger had been his silent witness all

eyes drifting to the intricate

spun like a broken record, unable to hold

of light that filtered through the heavy curtains,