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

let anyone think

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

gaze had melted into something

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

moment, but her eyes,

fingers danced from his throat along his torso, tracing the chiseled

body was a sculptor's

V.

using each other, but at that moment it

kissed him again, while her

she gave up patience and tore at the fabric, her

reins, had never experienced someone turning the tables

of resisting, he let it

her waist as if he could somehow make her

an artist's

to his cheek, before placing her lips on those deep, magnetic

the night blurred into fragments

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

and the only thing he

you doing, he

still hasn't worn

the drug.

you serious? What are you, an animal?

.

.

there, idiot! The night continued in a whirlwind of

noticed something hard digging into her

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

just inches from the dagger that had once been at his waist; danger

drifting to the intricate designs on

spun like a broken record, unable

of light that filtered through the heavy curtains,