All Chapters of 2 LUSTS CAN MAKE A RIGHT : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MadelynMy head was still buzzing from the alcohol, but seeing how rigid his cock was, I was overwhelmed. His mouth alone wasn’t enough. I wanted more—I needed him to leave traces, to make me remember I was worth needing and craving. I shouldn’t be thinking about Christopher right now, but seeing his imagined face standing there, watching as Dominic thrusts hard into me… I grabbed the sheet with my arms still loosely tied above my head. I couldn’t help it. I let myself go, feeling every inch of him, knowing that once Ava returned, I’d be a stranger to this man again.No, I’d be in so much trouble if Ava ever found out I fucked her supposed husband while pretending to be her. But looking at the hot, ripped abs pressed against me, I couldn’t resist. He was temptation itself. My eyes traced the V-line that led down to the massive rod that kept going in and out of me, following the proof of how completely he owned this moment.I wanted to touch him, to feel him. I could easily have loosen

MadelynA week passed already with Dominic and I avoided each other... for the best part of this whole mess? It was good. Shame and guilt still pierced my heart every evening he got back from the office.A man will be available for you if he wants to, right? I can’t believe that with two companies to run and his whole celebrity life…one I’ve decided to stay completely away from, he still manages to eat dinner at home and come back early. His parents still keep bugging us to post the wedding photos and the fake honeymoon pictures we took just to get them off our backs. It’s ridiculous how invested they are.Christopher always had too many excuses to work overtime. I used to think he was actually busy—poor me. Turns out, he was just busy banging someone else. Either his secretary or that damn sex worker.The taxi stopped in front of Texos Marketing Company, my workplace. Three weeks off and now I am back. Dominic didn’t even know I worked here, which was a blessing. I wasn’t ready to de

Madelyn I don’t know what came over me that evening. Maybe guilt, maybe boredom, maybe just the silence that had started to crawl under my skin since our argument. The house was too quiet, filled with people who pretended not to notice the tension between us. The maids moved carefully around me, eyes lowered, probably wondering why I, of all people, was in the kitchen. “Mrs. Blackwell, you don’t have to—” one of them started, but I waved her off. “I’m not going to burn the house down,” I said, even though I wasn’t entirely sure about that. Dominic was upstairs, in his office probably, pretending to work but I knew him enough now to guess he was still pissed about yesterday. I wanted to break that damn silence, even if it meant doing something stupid—like making dinner myself. I could cook. I wasn’t one of those women who lived off takeout and wine. But tonight, everything that could go wrong, did. The sauce was too thick, the pasta stuck together, and the kitchen smelled fain

MadelynI woke up with the familiar scent of Dominic, a faint, lingering scent on the pillow and the sheets, and somehow it had the power to make me pause mid-breath. My head was still heavy with sleep, my body warm and pressed against him, and for a second I didn’t want to move. But the clock on the nightstand was blinking, reminding me that the world outside our room didn’t stop for morning laziness.I shifted slightly, trying not to wake him, and that was when I felt his hand brushing against mine under the sheets, like he was claiming, like he expected me here. And I didn’t pull away. That had become our rhythm, hasn’t it? He expected me every night, and I had started showing up. Not that I had any complaints.“Morning,” he murmured without opening his eyes, voice low, thick with that half-asleep drawl that made me want to laugh and groan all at the same time.“Morning,” I whispered back, letting my hand linger a second longer than necessary on his arm.“Don’t think about leaving

DominicThat morning, I got a call from Leana’s manager. She said Leana fainted during a shoot, and before I could even think, I was already packing my things. I didn’t tell anyone, didn’t wait for my assistant, didn’t even stop to check my phone. I just got on the jet and flew to Italy.By the time I landed, my phone was dead, and I didn’t realize how long it had been since I’d last looked at it. I plugged it in once I got to the hotel near the hospital. The screen lit up, buzzing with dozens of missed calls and messages. All from Madelyn.I ran a hand through my dark hair, exhaling sharply. I could almost picture her sitting on the bed, phone in hand, staring at it like it would ring by willpower alone. Damn it.But right then, I couldn’t bring myself to call her. Not yet.The doctor came out, saying Leana was stable now, just exhausted, low blood sugar or something. He said it wasn’t serious, that she needed rest, and I nodded, pretending I was listening. She was still asleep when