Page 25 of Thirst Trap
So she grinned and grabbed his wrist.
Pulled him toward the worn leather sofa tucked in the back of the basement half hidden behind equipment and gun racks. A place no one would think to look.
He barely resisted.
“Wait Maddison ”
“No,” she said, voice low and firm, pushing him down onto the cushions. “You don’t get to tap out. Not yet.”
Lucas looked up at her, flushed and wide eyed, chest still rising and falling like he’d just run through fire. “You’ve made your point.”
Maddison slid onto his lap, knees on either side of his thighs, hands braced on his chest. Her voice was a whisper against his lips.
“We’re not even finished, Helmet Daddy.”
Lucas made a strangled noise. He was already hard again. She could feel it. His hips twitched under her. His fingers gripped the sofa like he didn’t know what to do with them. He looked like a power chain around his neck, muscle under her palms, reputation carved from fear and money.
But at this moment?
He was hers.
Maddison kissed him, biting his lower lip just hard enough to make him groan and then she leaned back, reaching between them, sliding herself onto him with a hiss of satisfaction.
Lucas’s head tipped back, a filthy moan escaping his lips.
Her pace was slow at first. Deep. Controlled. Maddison rode him like she had all the time in the world. Like she was imprinting her name into his skin from the inside out.
He couldn’t even form sentences. Just stuttered gasps and broken murmurs of her name.
“Maddison… fuck… I can’t ”
“Yes, you can,” she purred. “You’re going to come for me again, and you’re going to thank me forit.”
His hands finally touched her, gripping her hips like he couldn’t help it, like the contact grounded him.
She leaned down, lips brushing his ear. “I own you now.”
And Lucas shattered again louder this time, rawer.
She stayed on him as he came, biting her own lip as the pleasure coiled and snapped inside her, climaxing right after him. Her nails dug into his chest as she gasped, breathless and victorious.
Silence fell. Heavy. Intimate.
Lucas looked up at her like she was the storm and the salvation.
She ran her fingers through his hair, soft now. Sweaty. Human.
“You okay?” she murmured.
He nodded, voice wrecked. “Yeah. Just… fuck.”
Maddison smiled and kissed him again, gentler this time.
***
Lucas Creams had made deals with devils. But none of them scared him like the woman still straddling his lap. They were still on the sofa. Sweat cooling. Heartbeats slowing. Reality creeps in like fog under a locked door. Lucas pulled away first, jaw tight.
“This can’t happen again.”
