Stealing Cinderella(56)
“Thor.” Calder pushes his chair back and stands up. “I need to speak with you.”
“Why are you here?” His eyes dart between us. “Why are you with Ella?”
“He was looking for you,” I tell him. “That’s all.”
But I know that isn’t all. He looks like he’s about to blow a gasket, and he’s already assuming the worst even though it isn’t logical.
“Get out.” Thorsen glares at his brother.
Calder sighs, lingering for a minute before he decides that it’s best not to provoke him. He offers me an apologetic glance and then disappears, leaving me alone with the thundering god. I hold my breath, waiting for whatever comes next, but as it turns out, he only has one thing to say.
“Get down on your knees.”
24
Thorsen
Ella crawls toward me, her fingers gripping the cold tile floor as her eyes shine with regret. She doesn’t understand the meaning of the word. Not yet.
When her knees bump against my shoes, she reaches up with trembling hands and unzips my trousers without being asked. Much to my irritation, it only takes her fingers brushing over the bulge in my briefs to make me painfully hard for her.
“Nothing happened, Thor,” she says with such familiarity, it only adds to my ire. “We were just talking.”
“Please me.” I tangle my fingers in her hair and force her head back. “That’s what you’re here for. Or have you forgotten?”
She tries to nod, but my grip is too tight, and I can’t relent. Because in my mind, I’m still questioning it. Ella tries to put me at ease by dragging out my cock and sucking it into her mouth. My eyes fall shut, and I give into her for just a second. But it isn’t tempering my frustrations.
I want to fuck her until she’s completely wrecked, her skin swollen and flushed and smelling of me. That only bothers me more. There’s no room for this hunger inside me. But the more I taste her, feel her, possess her, the more I want. It’s like a drug, and she’s making me question my sanity.
I yank her head back, and my dick falls out of her mouth. She looks up at me in confusion, but I have nothing to say as I pull her up from the floor and drag her back to the kitchen table. There’s a good chance Lisbet is still around, but I really don’t give a fuck right now.
Bending Ella over, I unzip her jeans and drag them down over her hips, revealing her glistening pink pussy waiting to be destroyed by me. When I slide my fingers through her arousal, I can’t stifle the groan in my throat.
“Is this for me?”
“Only you.” She breathes the words so righteously against the table.
I slap her pussy, and she yelps right before I shove my dick balls deep inside her with contentment I’ll likely never know again. Fuck her for making me feel this way.
I glare down at her, rubbing her hair over her face so she can’t watch me. My fingers curl into her hips, and I fuck her into the table, using her like a doll as I think about nothing else but getting myself off. She’s quiet as a saint, biting her lip and trying to be good as she lets me take her like an animal. I smack her ass a few times, branding the creamy skin with my handprints, and still, she doesn’t make a peep. When that fails me, I lean my body over hers, yanking her blouse apart and pulling it down until her shoulders are bare. She tries to look back at me again, and I pin her head to the table with my palm. When my teeth sink into her shoulder, she finally gives me what I want. A scream that sounds like music to my fucking ears as my dick surges inside her, stuffing her full of my come.
“Mine,” I snarl, belatedly realizing I said that out loud.
Ella trembles in my grasp, squeezing my dick inside her to milk me dry. I think she likes being full of my come. I think she likes it so much I could imagine what it would feel like to impregnate her.
That thought stops me dead in my tracks. I pull my wet dick out of her and leave her there, hanging on the edge of the table. Messy and filthy and mine. That word keeps reverberating in my mind, and I need to make it stop. My eyes move over her, and I’m trying to figure out what to do next when Calder calls out for me again.
He rounds the corner from the main hall, and when his eyes land on Ella, he quickly averts his gaze.
“Calder,” I growl.
“It’s Mor,” he chokes out. “You need to come now.”
“She’s had several seizures,” Astrid explains. “This isn’t uncommon.”
“When?” My eyes move over the frail woman lying in my mother’s bed. It doesn’t look like her. Her gaze is so unfocused she hasn’t even noticed us.
“Throughout the night,” Astrid answers.
“Why wasn’t I informed immediately?”
She fiddles with the IV bag attached to my mother. “That’s not up to me.”
“Where the hell is the king?” I demand.
Calder’s lips set into a grim line, a sure sign that he’s hiding something.
“What is it?”
“Let’s step outside.” He tries to usher me away from our mother. “We can discuss it there.”
I hesitate, but Astrid is quick to give me her reassurance. “She needs to rest. If she becomes cognizant again, I’ll let your father know immediately.”