Chapter 412:
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This wasnât the wild, uncontrolled Kellan she was used to. This time, he was slow, deliberate, trapping her inch by inch, leaving no escape.
She realized they were both rebels at heart, allergic to submission, constantly testing each otherâs limits.
From their first kiss in the elevator to this moment, it had always been a battle of wills.
âIâm a dangerous person,â Allison said.
âIâm no saint either,â Kellan replied.
The more they spoke, the more the intensity between them built.
It wasnât just Kellan losing controlâshe was just as caught up in the heat of the moment, completely consumed by it.
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders as her fingertips grazed his chest.
Each touch sent shivers through him, his skin flushing under her hand as if set alight.
Every touch between them sparked an overwhelming fire, a heat that seemed to boil endlessly beneath their skin.
When Allison found herself gasping for air, her gaze landed on the phone on the bedside table, lighting up repeatedly.
âWait⦠I need to take this,â she said breathlessly, glancing at the caller ID and trying to steady her breath. âGordon?â
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âAllison, you finally answered!â
Gordonâs eyes were slightly bloodshot. After the event ended, he hadnât been able to find her.
Hearing about the explosion near the venue had sent his worry spiraling, and heâd been calling nonstop, hoping for some word from her. There was no response until now.
Finally getting through, he smiled through his tears, his voice trembling slightlyâshowing how anxious he had been.
âAre you okay, Allison? Are you hurt? I couldnât find you, and the police said they hadnât seen you⦠â
Gordonâs heart was still racing.
Allison paused, her voice soft but steady. âDonât worry, Iâm safe. I just hadnât checked my phoneâit was on silent.â
She tried to reassure him, but her thoughts briefly wandered to Melany and Colton. âHow did things go on your end?â
âItâs handled. With me and that new assistant of yours, they couldnât do much. Everythingâs been taken care of,â Gordon replied, though a grim tone settled over his voice. âIf you need them to disappear, I can help with that too.â Gordon had no intention of letting Allison get her hands dirty when he could handle it himself.
âItâs easy to kill, but making him live and suffer is true pain.â Allisonâs mind lingered on that thought. âTrue, and if he dies, Keanu would be heartbroken.â
But as soon as she finished speaking, a quiet moan escaped her lips.
âEmm,â she murmured, glancing down, only to find Kellan, his hair brushing her chest, seemingly intent on consuming her inch by inch.
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