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.

quick movement, she tightened her grip around his neck and placed her other hand on his shoulder, exchanging

to let anyone think she

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

had melted into something more

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

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

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

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

V.

but at that

him and kissed him again, while her

tore at the fabric, her palms resting in the warmth of his

never experienced someone turning the tables like

instead of resisting, he let

hands clung to her waist as if he

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

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

night blurred into

thing she remembered was the sensation of being caught

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

doing, he

hasn't worn

the drug.

you, an animal? And

.

.

The night continued in a whirlwind of

Allison noticed something hard digging into

his fingers curled around

dagger that had once been at his waist;

sit up, his eyes drifting to the intricate designs

a moment, his thoughts spun like a broken record, unable to

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