Page 73 of Thirst Trap
Then he grabbed her.
He shoved her back against the cold brick wall, his mouth crashing onto hers like punishment. Teeth clashed, breath ragged, his hand already under her dress.
“You’re everything to me,” he hissed against her lips. “Fucking everything.”
Maddison moaned into his mouth, clinging to him like she wanted to tear him apart.
The alley stank of smoke and city grime, but she didn’t care. She wanted him furious,
unhinged, hers. Lucas hooked her leg around his hip, yanked his zipper down, and drove into her with a broken groan. Maddison bit his shoulder to keep from screaming, the stretch and the fury colliding until she was gasping.
“Harder,” she panted. “Come on, is this how Helmet Daddy fucks? Show me.”
He pinned her wrists above her head, pounding her into the wall so hard it shook.
“Shut up,” he growled.
“Make me,” she moaned.
His hips snapped, curses spilling as he lost himself inside her. When she shattered around him, crying out into his mouth, he followed with a guttural growl, trembling as he emptied himself into her.
They stayed tangled, ruined, her back against cold brick, his hand stroking her thigh like he couldn’t bear to let go.
Lucas finally pulled back just enough to see her , mascara smudged, lipstick ruined, fire still burning in her eyes. His forehead pressed to hers, his voice wrecked.
“Marry me.”
Maddison blinked, still panting. “What?”
“Be my wife. Be Maddison Cream.” His eyes burned into hers. “Mrs. Cream. Sounds filthy. Sounds right.”
Her laugh cracked, half shock, half awe. “You’re serious.”
“Dead serious.” His hands trembled as he cupped her face. “You terrify me. You ground me. You’re the only one who sees me.”
Her smirk faltered into something softer, tears brimming. “You’re insane.”
“Say yes.”
“Lucas…”
“Please,” he whispered. “Say yes.”
Her chest hitched. Wild. Alive. She nodded. “Yes. Yes, of course yes.”
His mouth claimed hers again , desperate, reverent, like he couldn’t believe she was real, like she’d vanish if he let go. And somewhere behind them, the city carried on. Cars roared past. Music thumped from the Tower. Life moved forward.
But for them, it was the beginning of a twisted fairytale: an alleyway fuck and a wedding proposal.
Exactly the Creams way.
Chapter 37
Firestorm
The Towers were under siege. Reporters jammed the marble steps, cameras flashing like strobe lights. Headlines screamed from every glowing phone screen:
“CreamsCEO Exposed as Helmet Daddy.”
