The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning By Max Charming chapter 462
Madelyn wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep, but it was still dark when a strong, nasty
smell of alcohol woke her up. Something heavy was on her, and someone was kissing her neck.
“Mhm…” She let out small whimpers, feeling uncomfortable.
Just as she was about to speak, the man’s actions hit her like a sudden storm. He lifted her
nightgown, one hand moving between her thighs while the other fondled her breasts.
He seemed to take pleasure in every part of her without remorse.
Madelyn could only moan at the intense sensation. When she finally came to her senses, a
familiar scent surrounded her. Even in the pitch–black room, the sensations Zach stirred in her
were all too familiar. He always enjoyed teasing her, especially when she was asleep. He
would gradually increase the intensity until she couldn’t help but respond.
Whenever Madelyn begged him to stop, instead of relenting, it seemed to only excite him
more, driving him to make it even more intense. Eventually, she would go from weak
resistance to satisfying his desires.
Madelyn couldn’t fathom how Zach had managed to get in. She had changed the lock and
even reset the passcode.
Her hands kept tapping him as she mumbled, “Stop… Stop it!” However, her voice made it
sound like she was playing along. Zach had no intention of stopping. He unbuttoned and
unzipped his own pants while continuing to kiss her. Suddenly, he pinned her wrists above her
head with one hand.
His breath was heavy as he whispered in her ear, “Help me, hmm?”
Madelyn’s chest was heaving. She could feel him rubbing between her thighs.
In their previous life when they were still married, Zach had often said that making love to her
was addictive. He would passionately engage with her until she had no energy left.
Madelyn had desired a child so much that once she had used a special essential oil on him,
which made it the longest he had ever lasted. Eventually, it felt like an exhausting ordeal for her.
“No, Zach… Get off me. It’s hurting,” she protested.
“Or maybe we could try something else? Can you help me with your…” Zach’s voice was
gentle and alluring as he traced his thumb across her lips.
Although Madelyn couldn’t see his face, she could feel his desire.
Madelyn clenched her teeth in frustration. “Zach Jardin, don’t make me do something so
gross. What do you want, anyway? Didn’t I tell you not to come back?”
Zach ignored her words and playfully nibbled on her earlobe. “How about using your hand?”
“Get up, I’m sore,” Madelyn insisted.
Suddenly, Zach sat up, turning on a bedside lamp that cast a soft, dim light across the room.
In that gentle glow, Madelyn’s long hair spilled over the edge of the bed…
