All Chapters of 2 Lusts Can Make A Right : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DominicIt was past midnight in Florence, the city quiet outside except for the distant hum of traffic and the occasional bark of a stray dog. I had just ended a video call with Liam. He’d been catching me up on a few business updates and joking around like always, but my mind wasn’t really in it. The moment the screen went dark, I exhaled and rubbed my eyes. Sleep wasn’t coming anytime soon, so I grabbed my laptop and opened up some reports, trying to bury myself in work again.I didn’t notice when Leana shifted beside me. The bedsheets rustled softly, and her voice came, low and drowsy. “You’re awake at this hour?”I looked over. She was sitting up, her hair spilling over her shoulders, eyes half open but already glinting with something familiar.“Couldn’t sleep,” I muttered. “I had a call with Liam.”She gave a little hum, sliding closer, her fingers tracing my bare arm. “You’re always working,” she teased lightly, voice still thick with sleep. “Come back to bed.”“I just need to f

MadelynI heard the front door open, the soft click of it shutting, and for a second I thought maybe I dreamed it because I’d drifted in and out of sleep so many times on that couch that the sounds in the house had started blending together. The lights were dim and the living room felt too big as usual, too quiet as the staff had gone to their quarters, and I was wrapped up in that blanket the maids always folded a little too neatly. I stayed still because some stubborn part of me wanted to pretend I was asleep for real, like I wasn’t waiting for him like someone who had no self-respect. But the truth was I’d been waiting since I got back from work and the sky got dark and the house got empty.I heard his footsteps. Slow. Heavy. The way he walked when he was tired and trying not to show it. Then I felt the couch dip a little and his hand grazed my hair, gentle in a way I had grown accustomed to. His fingers brushed behind my ear, pushing my messy hair back like he’d been dying to touc

MadelynThe sound of the front door closing echoed a little too clearly in the house. I had been buried in paperwork for what felt like hours, not expecting anyone home so early, and I froze in my seat. My heart beat a little faster when I heard Dominic’s familiar footsteps on the marble floor. Slow, steady, deliberate. I glanced up just in time to see him rounding the corner, carrying something. He had that expression again, the one that said he was trying not to smile too much, but he failed.“What’s this?” I asked, standing and moving closer.He set the bag down on the counter, large and soft, made of black velvet. He peeled back the top carefully and handed it to me.I unzipped it slowly, and my eyes widened. Inside was a gown. A deep emerald green silk that caught the light even in the dim hallway, folded so carefully it looked untouched. Alongside it, a pair of strappy gold heels, elegant without being too high, and two matching clutch bags, one small and delicate, the other sli

DominicI didn’t know since when Nathaniel coming out of prison became bad news to me. That was what I prayed for when I made the stupid deal to stand in for him, but right now I was scared to my fucking bones as the reality sat heavy on my head, almost pressing my skull down.My fingers drummed on the steering wheel the entire drive to the Blackwell estate. It wasn’t even like I meant to do it, but the tapping kept getting louder, matching the nonsense happening in my chest. I clenched my jaw and swallowed hard, again and again, trying to stop myself from pulling over in the middle of the bridge and screaming like some madman who lost a bet with his own sanity.The closer I got to the estate, the tighter the inside of my chest felt. The gates opened slowly, like they were doing it on purpose to piss me off, and as soon as I drove in, the whole place already felt heavier than usual. I parked and stayed in the car for a few seconds, hands still on the steering wheel, eyes closed becaus

Madelyn My fingers tightened around the phone and for a moment I forgot how to breathe. Before I could react, I felt warm lips press against the middle of my back, slow and teasing, dragging heat straight down my spine.Dominic.His body pressed up behind me, firm and unmistakably responding. His length nudged against my behind through my nighty like it had its own brain and wanted attention. My breath hitched, my body reacting before my mind could catch up because it always reacted to him. Every damn time.He lifted my chin gently, making me look at him in the mirror. Then his hand slid to my cheek, cupping it softly as he kissed me from behind, slow and warm.“Who’s that?” he murmured against my skin.I couldn’t tell him. Not this. Not that a stranger called me wifey. Not that someone was being creepy as hell and I thought it was my ex-husband.So I didn’t answer. I just let the phone stay in my hand, the line still open. Whoever was on the other end could hear everything now for a