Page 28 of Thirst Trap
And then she slid into his lap, straddling him like a throne she’d always owned. Her perfume curled around him, dizzying. Her mouth brushed his jaw when she whispered,
“You made me your fantasy for five years. Now I’m here. So choose, Lucas. Run, or submit.”
He shut his eyes, breath trembling, the war inside him already lost. He was completely fucked. And worse, it's already hard again.
The door closed behind her with a clean click.
Maddison didn’t look back.
Her heels echoed against the marble floor as she walked the corridor, and she wore the sound like a crown. She could still feel him beneath her, body stiff with restraint, eyes wild with need. He hadn’t pushed her off. He hadn’t said no. He couldn’t.
The great Lucas Creams stone faced CEO, heir to an empire soaked in shadows was unraveling in her hands.
And he didn’t hate it.
Maddison’s lips curved as she descended the stairs, each step feeding the fire in her chest. For years she'd been obsessed over HelmetDaddy. She’d worshipped his anonymity, craved his captions, saved his pictures like stolen prayers. She thought he was untouchable.
But now she knows the truth.
HelmetDaddy was Lucas.
And Lucas was hers.
Not because of blackmail. Not because of threats.
Because he wanted this.
Because he wanted her.
She’d seen it in his eyes, in the way his body bowed under her hands, in the silence that always meant yes.
He could call it dangerous. Reckless. Insane.
She called it inevitable.
The glass doors of Creams Tower hissed open, spilling her into the night. Cool air swept across her skin, but her blood ran molten. The city hummed around her cars, neon, strangers with somewhere else to be. None of them knew what she knew.
None of them mattered.
Lucas Creams was supposed to be untouchable.
But Maddison Parker had touched him.
And now he belonged to her.
She smiled up at the glowing skyline, her reflection in the glass towering behind her like a ghost queen of steel and glass.
They were meant to be.
She would make sure of it.
And God help anyone who tries to get in her way.
Chapter 15
The Confrontation
Logan Creams had a grip like iron. Not rough, not cruel, but iron.
