Page 101 of Wrecked for Love
Until I reached his cock, and it responded instantly.
“Don’t worry, Chili, it still works perfectly,” he hummed.
“I can see that. Can I make you fall asleep?” I lightly rubbed his semi-erect state. But instead of calming down, he grew even harder.
“By doing that?” he asked.
“I haven’t tried,” I replied.
He let out a soft moan, and I knew it was best not to provoke him any further. Pushing a wounded stallion to its limits would only bring trouble.
“Seriously. You need to get some rest. Help your body heal, Elia baby,” I urged. I knew he couldn’t resist when I called him that.
“Hold me,” he murmured, his eyes heavy with exhaustion.
I took his hand, and slowly, he drifted off to sleep.
“I love you,” I whispered, my words barely audible as I, too, succumbed to sleep.
I didn’t know how long I’d been out, but the sound of the door creaking open jolted me awake. My body snapped upright, adrenaline surging through me like a live wire. I turned sharply to see a stranger standing in the doorway.
Without a second thought, I leaped to my feet, positioning myself between him and Elia.
“Get out! Now!” I hissed, keeping my voice low, not wanting to wake Elia but sharp enough to send the message.
The man froze, his eyes wide, looking more startled than dangerous.
I stepped forward, forcing him out of the room. “Who the hell are you?” I demanded, my voice controlled but firm.
He blinked, clearly confused. “Who are you?”
I crossed my arms, standing my ground. Whoever this guy was, he didn’t seem like a threat—just lost. “Maybe you’ve got the wrong room.”
“No. This is Elia Lucas’s room, right?”
I narrowed my eyes, sizing him up. “Elia’s asleep. And you’re not going in.”
His jaw tightened. “Fine. I’m not going in, but only out of respect for him, not because you told me to.”
“Good,” I replied coolly. “Then be on your way.”
He hesitated, looking unsure of his next move, but he finally turned and walked away. I approached an orderly and reported the encounter.
“I’ll keep an eye on him,” the orderly said. “Security’s been patrolling. We’re aware of Mr. Lucas’s situation.”
“Then where are they?” I asked, my frustration slipping through.
“I’ll call them now.”
“Thanks,” I replied, keeping a watchful eye on the hallway.
As I turned back to Elia’s room, I spotted a familiar figure—Annette—sneaking toward the ward with her usual determination. It looked like she’d been stopped before, which was not surprising since the nurses probably didn’t appreciate young people loitering around. But knowing Annette, she wasn’t the type to take “no” for an answer.
“Claire! Claire!” she called, rushing toward me before crashing into me with a bear hug.
“Annette! How did you get here?” I said, worried.
“Dad drove me.”
