Page 24 of Thirst Trap
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Lucas Creams had built an empire.
But at this moment, he couldn’t even keep his hands off her.
“Stop,” Lucas said hoarsely, breaking their kiss.
His fingers gripped her waist tight, trembling. Not to push her away. To hold himself still. To not grab her and pull her in and lose everything.
“We can’t. I’m your boss. This is ”
“Shut up.” Maddison’s voice was velvet and steel. She slid her hands up his bare chest, slow and deliberate, until her palms rested just under his collarbone. “You don’t want to stop.”
“I do.”
She laughed, soft and low. “You’re holding me like you’re scared I’ll vanish. Like I’m not already inside your head.”
He didn’t answer.
“I know how you touch yourself,” she whispered in his ear. “I know how you whisper my name. I know what you look like when you’re close.”
Lucas’s breath hitched. His eyes flicked away like shame might save him.
“Helmet Daddy’s a fantasy,” she murmured. “But you? This? This is real.”
She pressed him against the cold concrete wall of the garage, her body flush to his, her hand slipped under the waistband of his sweats.
“Tell me to stop,” she dared.
Lucas’s mouth opened but no words came out.
That was all she needed.
She sank to her knees in front of him, locking eyes with him the entire time. No hesitation. No submission.
Control was hers now.
And he gave it willingly.
She took her time slow strokes at first, learning what made his thighs tense, what made his voice break. She let her lips trace the lines of his hipbones, let her breath tease him before her mouth claimed him completely.
Lucas’s hands gripped the bike behind him, knuckles white.
“Maddisonfuckplease ”
She didn’t stop. Not until his legs shook. Not until his voice cracked like glass under pressure. Not until he came undone with her name tangled in a choked groan that echoed off the basement walls. She rose slowly, licking her lips, face flushed, eyes blazing.
Lucas looked ruined.
Chest heaving. Eyes wide. The chain around his neck gleaming with sweat.
“You’re mine now,” she said softly, brushing her fingers along his jaw. “You’ve always been mine.”
Lucas could barely nod.
He didn’t speak.
He just dropped his forehead to her shoulder and let her hold him helpless, undone, and utterly conquered. Lucas was still trying to catch his breath. Maddison wasn’t finished and she didn’t give him time to recover. He was dazed, slumped against the wall like she’d short circuited every last defense he had.
