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.

tightened her grip around his neck and placed her other

anyone think she was

hit the table with a thud, a grunt escaping his lips as he

of his gaze had melted into something more

the strands of hair from her flushed face, her expression

the moment, but her eyes, always unyielding, remained fixed on

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

face was partially hidden by shadows, but his body was a sculptor's dream: lean, powerful, a perfect masterpiece in the shape

V.

each other, but at that moment it didn't

and kissed him again, while her

she gave up patience and tore at the fabric, her

never experienced someone

resisting, he let it

clung to her waist as if he could somehow

light like an artist's muse, each

delicately from his neck to his cheek, before placing

the night blurred into fragments in

being caught in a violent

and the only thing he could focus on was the starlight

doing, he heard

hasn't worn

the drug.

are you,

.

.

in a whirlwind

she finally woke up, Allison noticed something hard digging into

curled around the cold silver metal of a

the dagger that had once been at his waist; danger had been his silent witness all

forced himself to sit up, his eyes drifting to the

moment, his thoughts spun like a broken record, unable to hold on to anything

by the thin rays of light that filtered through