In an instant, she drove her elbow sharply into his ribs, her right hand gliding down his arm and locking onto his wrist.
Her fingers expertly pressed into his pressure points, disarming him with a swift and practiced motion.
Within seconds, the tables had turned!
Allison, now holding the gun, let her finger dance lightly over the trigger, the weapon gleaming in the darkness. She leveled it against his chest, calm and completely in control.
Kellan, the man who had been calling the shots just moments ago, now stood face-to-face with a woman who smiled up at him with cool confidence.
“Next time, think twice before you go waving this around. You never know when it might go off accidentally.” Allison held the gun with the steadiness of someone who had seen it all before.
“Drugged, huh? Seems like you’re in over your head this time.”
He had never come across anyone quite like her-a woman who stared danger in the face and smiled right back at it.
Kellan didn’t even pause. His hand slammed into the crook of her elbow.
The gun jerked as Allison’s arm bent, and in that blink of hesitation, Kellan made his move.
With swift precision, he clamped down on her shoulder, the grip crushing against her collarbone. Allison tasted copper on her tongue, but fear was a distant memory-replaced by something far more exhilarating, a rush she hadn’t felt in years.
How long had it been since she’d fought with real intent? She couldn’t remember. What she did know was that after playing the dutiful puppet in the Stevens family for three long years, the Scarlet Snake still coiled within her, lying in wait.
Funny, wasn’t it? Men couldn’t handle being reminded of their shortcomings. That truth alone unraveled them.
Without a second thought, Allison threw her fist backward, aiming straight for Kellan’s temple. He hadn’t even recovered his breath, still stumbling over the shock of her resistance.
The blow wasn’t just meant to hurt-it was meant to kill.
But Kellan’s instincts were quick, throwing up an arm to block the strike. Before he could even fully absorb the impact, Allison used the wall as a springboard, flipping over him with uncanny precision. She caught him in a perfect throw, sending him sprawling.
Yet Kellan rolled on impact, using the momentum to rise again, and grabbed her arm from an angle she hadn’t anticipated.
Allison’s brain snapped to attention, but her body lagged for a fraction of a second.
Three years of dormancy had dulled her edge, and in that fleeting delay, Kellan twisted her arms behind her and slammed her against the wall.
Hiss!
Her vision blurred for a moment, catching only flashes of his chiseled features, the hard lines of his jaw, and eyes that now burned with an almost dangerous light.
Kellan’s composure was crumbling. The scent of that once-soothing perfume clung to the air between them, but now it only stoked the fire inside him, pushing him past the brink of reason.
His eyes darkened at the edges, bloodshot, and before Allison could react, he bent down to kiss her!
Allison’s frown deepened as her teeth sank into his lip, the sharp taste of blood flooding their mouths.
It was a kiss-violent, unyielding, and raw.
Despite the blood trickling from his lip, Kellan didn’t pull back. Instead, his grip tightened, his touch growing harsher, and his breath becoming ragged.
Then, without warning, there was a loud, dull thud.
Allison, quick to seize the moment, broke free from his grasp. She drove her fist hard into his abdomen and followed up with a swift kick to his knee.
Caught off guard, Kellan crumpled to the floor, blood spilling from his mouth as if his insides had been ripped apart.
A searing heat began spreading through his body, leaving him gasping as he struggled to rise, though his strength failed him.
That was when he felt it-the cold, hard barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead.
From above, Allison stared down, eyes sharp, as though calculating her next move.
“You’re skilled, I’ll give you that. But this is where it ends,” she muttered. Her shoulders throbbed with pain, and she knew she wasn’t in peak condition. Still, it had been ages since she’d been pushed like this. With one hand bracing the wall, she reached for the light switch, wanting to see his face clearly. “You picked the wrong fight…”
But when her fingers touched the wall, she realized something was off-her skin was burning up.
It felt like an inferno was blazing inside her, creeping from her stomach and clawing its way upward, scorching her throat.
That kiss, the one laced with the taste of blood, was no ordinary kiss.
Almost immediately, Allison realized something was amiss. She clenched her teeth and cursed herself for letting her guard down after leading a relatively quiet life. How had she let this happen? She never anticipated finding herself in such a predicament.
But the fire was taking its toll. Her rational thoughts began to blur as she reached for the light switch, her hand trembling.
Her body felt aflame, unbearably itchy, her throat as parched as if she’d been stranded in the desert for days. In her haze, Allison cursed whoever had concocted this drug. If only she had noticed sooner.
If she ever found out who was behind it, she’d make them pay tenfold. They’d be lucky if they didn’t end up as fish food by the time she was through with them!
Noticing her sudden disorientation, Kellan summoned the last reserves of his strength.
He lunged forward, his hands wrapping around her throat, pinning her against the table.
In one swift move, he drew a small dagger, its cold edge pressing against her side, the threat of death tangible in the air.
Allison’s gun remained pressed firmly against his chest. Their eyes locked in the darkness-no words exchanged, but both knew they were on the razor’s edge.
A wrong move, and it would all be over in a heartbeat. The tension crackled between them, thick with unspoken danger and something darker.
As the drug’s effects continued to churn inside her, the only sounds in the room were their labored breaths, the heavy silence loaded with undeniable, electric energy. Allison’s gaze flickered, while Kellan’s eyes, burning with barely contained restraint, met hers.
And then, without a word, they both leaned in, and their lips met briefly before diving into a fierce, intense kiss. Their fiery breaths intertwined passionately in the darkness.
The kiss, wild and bloodied, was no mere exchange of passion-it was a battle in itself, a fierce entanglement that blurred the lines between pleasure and pain.
Allison found herself pinned against the wide, cold table, the chill seeping into her skin as her vision swirled in a dizzying haze.
“You…” She barely managed to speak before her words were swallowed by the fierce pressure of Kellan’s lips. His arm snaked around her waist, his fingers brushing across her skin, sending a jolt of electricity racing up her spine. The sensation wasn’t just searing-it was unforgettable.
“Slow down,” Allison whispered, her breath shaky as her hand moved to the sharp contours of his waist, her fingers meeting the hardness beneath.
He was all fire and steel-impressive in every way-but he had no sense of tenderness.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.