Page 18 of Thirst Trap
She switched to her front camera. Leaned close, cleavage spilling, lip gloss smeared. Voice honey dripped filth:
“I’d do it,” she whispered. “I’d ruin you. I’d take every drop and beg for more.”
Her tongue slid across her bottom lip.
“You’re mine, Helmet Daddy. You just don’t know it yet.”
Wink.
Send.
Then she collapsed back against the tiles, grinning like a sinner in church.
***
Lucas sat in the basement, screen glow slicing across his face, cock still twitching in his hand.
He should’ve been panicking.
Should’ve deleted everything.
Should’ve shut it down.
But all he could think was
Oh fuck. She’s going to destroy me. And I want her to.
His thumb hovered over the newest voice note. He’d already played it three times.
He hit it again.
“You’re mine, helmetdaddy. You just don’t know it yet.”
Her voice. Low. Sultry. Confidence.
Undeniably Maddison.
The same voice that breezed into his office with a coffee and a smirk.
The same voice that whispered “black, two sugars” every morning like she owned him.
The same voice that had just moaned for him through a screen, loud enough to shake his bones.
Lucas froze.
Heart hammering, slow and violent, like it wanted out of his chest.
It was her.
Booklover69.
The one who had filled his inbox with filthy confessions, who wrote fantasies he’d saved in a locked folder like sacred texts. His number one fan. His obsession.
And she was here.
In his tower.
Sitting across his desk like she didn’t already own him.
