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.

around his neck and placed her

one to let anyone

a grunt escaping his lips as he opened his

had melted into something more

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

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

throat along his torso, tracing

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

V.

other, but at that moment it didn't feel like a

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

patience and tore at the fabric, her palms resting in the

never experienced someone turning the

instead of resisting, he

as if he could somehow make her a

artist's muse, each movement bringing them closer

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

night blurred into fragments in

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

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

are you doing, he heard

hasn't

the drug.

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

.

.

night continued in

she finally woke up, Allison noticed

difficulty, he reached out and his fingers curled around the cold silver metal of a

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

eyes drifting to the intricate designs

like a broken record, unable to hold on

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