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.

quick movement, she tightened her grip around his neck

to let anyone think she

the table with a thud, a grunt escaping his lips

of his gaze had melted into something

of hair from her flushed face, her expression of confidence leaving

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

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

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

V.

at that

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

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

never experienced someone turning the tables

of resisting, he let it

her waist as if he could somehow make her a

like an artist's muse, each movement bringing them closer to chaos

from his neck to his cheek, before placing her lips on those deep,

the night blurred into fragments in

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

and the only thing he could focus on was the starlight dancing in her

doing, he

still hasn't worn

the drug.

What are you,

.

.

there, idiot! The night continued in a whirlwind of desire

she finally woke up, Allison noticed something hard digging into

out and his fingers curled

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

himself to sit up, his eyes drifting to the intricate

moment, his thoughts spun like a broken record, unable to hold on

by the thin rays of light that filtered through