Stealing Cinderella(80)
He glances at her chart and props himself against the counter. “I spoke with Dr. Blom at length yesterday, and he assured me he feels you aren’t at risk. So I’m willing to release you on the condition that you meet with him as soon as you get back to Norway for follow up care.”
“I will,” Ella assures him. “We’ll contact him right away.”
He nods and scribbles his signature on some papers and sets them on the table beside Ella’s bed. “In that case, Miss Laurent, you are free to go. Please take care of yourself.”
“Thank you, Doctor.” I nod at him, and Ella repeats my sentiments before he leaves.
Once the door’s shut, she swings her legs over the bed, and I help her stand even though she looks like she’ll be just fine. “I need to call Olivia and Charlotte. And I need to take a shower before we leave.”
“I have some clothes for you in the bathroom,” I tell her. “Take a shower, and you can call your friends in the car and arrange a visit with them this afternoon.”
Her expression warms as she turns to me, and when she reaches up to touch my face, I fall into her lips all over again. But a taste isn’t enough, and soon, we’re pawing at each other, desperate for more. I’m groping at her tits beneath the gown and grinding my erection against her hip when she eyeballs the door like a little deviant.
“Do you think they’ll know?”
I take her by the hand and drag her to the bathroom, locking the door behind us.
“What if they catch us?” she whispers.
“You need assistance in the shower.” I turn on the water and help her out of her hospital gown before moving on to my own clothes, stripping them off as efficiently as possible.
Once we’re both naked, I haul her up into my arms and step inside the shower, pressing her back against the tile. She arches into me, whimpering as I suck her nipples and slide my cock against her wet pussy.
“Oh, God, Thorsen.” She wrecks my hair when I thrust inside her.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groan into her neck.
Her nails dig into my back, and I fuck her into the wall, my hands squeezing her ass to hold her up. It’s brutal and necessary, both of us racing toward release with a restlessness that betrays how much we need it.
“Oh, shit.” Her eyes fly open, and I freeze.
“What?”
“My patch. I haven’t worn it since the doctor took it off when he was cleaning my wounds back in Norway.”
My dick surges inside her with primal possession as my fingers dig into her body. “Min gudinne, I don’t care. I’m coming in you.”
Her mouth falls open, and I kiss her again, my teeth gnashing against hers as my cock swells within her. She comes around me first, milking my rigid flesh until I bury myself balls deep and flood her womb with my seed. The caveman in me is beating his chest. I don’t want to leave the warmth of her body, but more than anything, I want to get her back home, in our bed, where I can do this all over again. When I set her on her feet, Ella peeks down between her thighs, observing the come as it leaks out of her.
“Are you sure about this?” she asks.
I tilt her chin up and force her to look at me so there can be no misunderstanding between us. “More certain than I’ve ever been. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”
35
Ella
“I want to see Narcissa and the girls while we’re in Cranbrook.”
Thorsen’s jaw works as he glances at me from the driver’s seat. “Why?”
“I have a few things I want to say to them before I leave.”
He’s quiet for a long beat, and I’m getting the sense that this is going to be a battle, but he surprises me.
“First, I want to show you something.”
“What is it?”
“I’m taking you there now.”
That’s all I get out of him, and I’m not really sure what to think as he navigates the familiar streets of my old neighborhood. It’s strange how I’ve lived here for most of my life, but now, it feels like anything but home. The closer we get to the manor, the harder it is to breathe. Facing off with Narcissa and the girls isn’t going to be easy, but it’s long past overdue.
I’m thinking about all the things I want to say when Thorsen stops the car and parks it. We’re near the field I usually cut through on my way back from the sanctuary. I’ve walked this path countless times, but I can’t figure out why he stopped here. Not until he looks out across the field, and I follow his gaze. There’s a direct view of the manor, but it isn’t a manor anymore.
A cold chill shoots up my spine as my eyes move over the blackened shell of what used to be my home. Thorsen won’t take his eyes off me. He’s watching me too carefully, and I’m still trying to process what I’m seeing. But then his words from last night come back to me. I thought I’d dreamed about him saying he was going to leave. I was exhausted and overwhelmed, but I know now that it wasn’t a dream. He doesn’t have to tell me what I can see in his eyes. He did this for me.
“Are they… dead?” I shudder.
In answer, he unlocks his phone and hands it to me. On the screen is an article about the fire along with a few photos. My eyes move over the text in a daze, and it all seems too surreal. But the details are right there in black and white. Lavinia, Magnolia, and Narcissa have all been badly burned, and they are in the hospital.