Page 32 of Thirst Trap

The bike roared to life.

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Lucas’s Penthouse

Floor to ceiling glass. City lights sprawled across the skyline. Lucas unlocked the door, letting her inside first.

She wandered in like she owned it. “So this is where you write your little captions?”

she teased, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk.

He didn’t answer. He just crossed the room and kissed her.

It was rough. Hungry. Weeks of restraint shattering in an instant.

“Fuck,” he muttered against her lips. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Only today?” she teased, breathless.

“Every day. Every hour. Every time you walk past me like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Her hands slid into his hair, tugging his mouth back to hers. He groaned, lifting her effortlessly, carrying her toward the bedroom like a man starved.

Clothes hit the floor fast, careless. Maddison pushed him back on the bed, straddling him without pause.

“Let’s see if you’ve been thinking about me properly,” she murmured, nails trailing his chest.

Lucas’s breath stuttered, but he didn’t resist. Couldn’t.

Her voice turned velvet and steel. “Take your hands off me.”

He blinked up at her.

“You don’t touch unless I say. You’ve had your fun pretending to be in control online now you learn.”

A groan tore from his throat. Not resistance. Surrender. She reached down, stroking him slowly, teasingly, just enough to hear him whimper.

“HelmetDaddy’s quiet now, huh?” she taunted.

His jaw clenched, hands fisting in the sheets.

Maddison ground against him, slick heat dragging him closer, keeping him there.

“I could edge you all night,” she whispered. “Ruin you and walk away.”

“Maddison,please” His voice cracked.

“There it is.Beg.”

She slid down, took him into her mouth, deep and deliberate. He gasped, swore, his thighs trembling under her control. Just when he started to unravel, she pulled off with a wet pop and crawled back up his body.

Her hips rolled, slow and merciless, as she sank down onto him inch by inch. His head slammed back into the pillow with a groan, his body arching beneath her.

“Not yet,” she warned, hand around his throat lightly. “You don’t come until I say.”

“Y yes,” he choked out. “Yes, Maddison please ”

She rode him harder, pace relentless, teasing him to the brink and holding him there until his body shook.