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

let anyone think she was in

a thud, a grunt

gaze had melted into something more

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

heaved with the effort of the moment,

throat along his torso, tracing the chiseled muscles beneath

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

V.

were both using each other, but at that moment

him again, while her hands

the fabric, her

held the reins, had never

of resisting, he let it

his hands clung to her waist as if he could somehow make her a

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

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

of the night blurred into fragments

the sensation of being caught in a violent storm, tossed

to reality for a fleeting second, and the only

you doing,

still hasn't

the drug.

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

.

.

continued in a whirlwind of desire and

finally woke up, Allison noticed something

fingers curled around the cold silver

the dagger that had once been at his waist; danger had been his

his eyes drifting to the

spun like a broken

of light that filtered