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Chapter 373: But more than her physicality, it was the sharp instincts that people like them shared.

Kellan had a sense that, like him, Allison could be drawn to the dangerous allure of racing.

Her modest reply only confirmed his suspicion.

It sparked his curiosity further.

Dont forget to apply that medicine, Kellan said, shifting the conversation.

You seem quite concerned.

To an outsider, it might look like you want to watch me do it, Allison teased.

Im not that obsessed, Kellan replied, though inwardly, he felt the undeniable pull between them, close yet distant.

Just when he thought he was on the verge of being fully drawn in, Allison would slip away, leaving him caught in the tantalizing game they played.

The flirtation between them was subtle, a delicate balance of push and pull.

And it was intoxicating, especially for Kellan, who found himself desiring more.

If their relationship had begun as a mutual hunt, Kellan now realized Allison was the one in control, masterfully manipulating the strings of their interaction.

He couldnt be like Gordon, watching Allison interact with other men without feeling anything.

Just the thought of it ignited an overwhelming possessiveness inside him.

It made him want to keep her by his side, forever.

The mere thought sent a surge of heat through him, boiling his blood.

He lowered his gaze, fighting to suppress those dangerous thoughts.

Discover endless adventures on g alno vels ; con Only when Allisons car disappeared into the distance did Kellan allow himself a moment to breathe.

He placed a hand over his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heartbeat.

It mirrored the intensity of their interactionspulsing, quickening, unstoppable.

Even if they couldnt be openly together, the connection between them was undeniable.

When Allison had said, To an outsider, it might look like you want to watch me do it, Kellan had indeed entertained that very thought.

But the desire was twisted, darker than he wanted to admit.

His mind wandered to the image of Allison applying the medicine, thinking about the small bruises that marred her chest.

In his imagination, those bruises would be kissed awaydeep, greedy kisses that trailed from her lips to the tip of her tongue, insatiable.

He knew he had been losing control more frequently, and it disturbed him how easily it happened.

It wasnt Allison he feared; it was the boiling rage inside him, the uncontrollable need to possess her completely.

Especially when Allison spoke of having loved her ex-husband, Colton, Kellan often fantasized about how to make him disappear from this world.

That violent side, which Kellan carefully masked in front of Allison, was always present, lurking beneath the surface.

And now, after their intimate moments since the auction, it had become even more difficult to conceal.

He didnt want Allison to see the blood on his hands.

Suddenly, his phone rang, interrupting the spiral of dark thoughts.

Sherman, his trusted right-hand man, was on the other end.

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