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

to let anyone think she

a thud, a grunt escaping

gaze had melted into something

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

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

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

was a sculptor's

V.

other, but at that

him again, while her

she gave up patience and tore at the fabric, her palms

reins, had never experienced someone turning the tables like

of resisting,

as if he could somehow make her a part

light like an artist's muse, each movement

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

the night blurred into fragments

she remembered was the sensation of being caught

reality for a fleeting second, and the

you doing, he heard

still hasn't worn

the drug.

What are you, an

.

.

there, idiot! The night continued in a whirlwind of

up, Allison noticed something hard digging

reached out and his fingers curled around the cold silver metal of

had once been at his waist;

up, his eyes drifting to the intricate designs on the

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

by the thin rays of light that filtered through