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 his

wasn't one to let anyone think she was in

a grunt escaping

coldness of his gaze had melted into something more

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

the effort of the moment, but her eyes,

fingers danced from his throat along

shadows, but his body was a sculptor's dream:

V.

each other, but at that moment it

and kissed him again, while

patience and tore at the fabric, her palms resting in the warmth of his

held the reins, had never experienced someone turning the tables like

resisting, he let it

her waist as if he could somehow make her a part of

the dim light like an artist's muse, each movement bringing them

neck to his cheek, before

night blurred into fragments in

being caught in a violent storm, tossed about

a fleeting second, and the only thing he could focus on was

are you doing, he heard himself

still hasn't

the drug.

What are you,

.

.

night continued in a whirlwind of desire and

up, Allison noticed something

and his fingers curled around the cold silver metal of a

been

to sit up, his eyes drifting to

like a broken record, unable to hold on to anything

dim room, barely illuminated by the thin rays of light that filtered through the heavy curtains, seemed like