MasukChapter 42Her dirty words pushed him over the edge. He shifted his angle slightly, hitting that deep spot inside her that always made her see stars. Theresa came with a sharp cry, her body convulsing violently against him. Her inner walls clenched around his cock in strong, rhythmic spasms, milking him.Hector couldn’t hold back. With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, hot, abundant jets completely filling her. He continued thrusting slowly through his orgasm, prolonging their pleasure until their bodies trembled with exhaustion.For long minutes, they stayed there — pressed against the wall, panting, sweaty, still joined. Hector rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily.“I love you,” he whispered, his voice rough and sincere. “More than anything in this world, Theresa. We’re going to get through this. Together.”Theresa caressed his face with trembling fingers, her eyes watery again, but now with a mixture of relief and love.“I love you too. So
Chapter 41Hector arrived home shortly after ten at night. The weight of the day seemed to have settled on his broad shoulders, making his normally imposing posture slightly hunched. The black dress shirt he wore had the first two buttons undone, and his tie hung loosely in his right hand. His dark eyes carried a mixture of fatigue and contained fury as he walked through the front door.Theresa was waiting for him in the living room, sitting on the edge of the sofa with her legs crossed. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying so much. As soon as she saw him, she stood up quickly, her heart racing.“Hector…” she murmured, her voice hoarse.He didn’t say anything right away. He simply closed the door behind him with a soft click, dropped the tie on the center table, and walked straight toward her. Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms, wrapping her tightly against his chest. His familiar scent — a mix of woody cologne, sweat, and whiskey — enveloped Theresa like a warm blan
About an hour later, she heard the garage gate open. Such intense relief flooded her that she almost cried. Moments later, Hector walked into the kitchen. He looked tired, his shoulders a little hunched, but his eyes were alert, scanning the room immediately."Everything all right?" he asked, his gaze instantly detecting her anguish."Mr. Almeida called. The police were at the hospital. They want to speak with you. Formally."Hector's face went still, a mask of granite. He didn't seem surprised, just... resigned."So that's how it's going to be," he murmured. He picked up his cell phone and went straight to his office, closing the door behind him. Theresa heard the low murmur of his voice but couldn't make out the words.When he came out half an hour later, his plan was in motion."I'm meeting with Almeida tomorrow morning. Then, I'll go to the station voluntarily. It's the best approach. To seem cooperative.""But what if they... what if they arrest you?""They won't. They have no ev
Chapter 39Hector's voice echoed in the silent kitchen, a firm and unquestionable command. He placed his own cell phone on the marble table with a sharp click."Do not open the door for anyone. Not even people you know. The security system is activated."He paused, his dark eyes fixed on hers, ensuring every word was absorbed."If anything, and I mean anything, seems off to you, call me immediately. Don't think twice."Theresa nodded slowly, feeling the physical weight of that responsibility on her shoulders. The house was a modern fortress, bulletproof glass, sensors at every entrance, but at that moment, she felt as if she were on the front line, unarmed and exposed. The air conditioner whispered, but it was the only sound."Be careful," she asked, and her voice came out as little more than a stolen whisper, almost choked by the emotion insisting on rising.Hector, who had already turned to leave, stopped. For a brief and fragile moment, the mask of strategic coolness, that armor he
Chapter 38Theresa succumbed instantly. A low, raspy moan escaped her throat—a primitive sound she didn't recognize—as her hands rose to grip his shoulders, his arms, anything to anchor her in the whirlwind. Her mouth responded with equal fervor, not a kiss but a claiming, an affirmation, her fingers digging into the thick fabric of his coat, trying to pull him closer as if to fuse their bones.He kissed her voraciously, his tongue tracing the line of her lips before invading, savoring her taste—coffee, wine, Theresa. His hands slid from her face, mapping the side of her body like a cartographer rediscovering beloved territory, skimming her waist, then settling on her thighs, fingers pressing into her flesh through the thin fabric of her dress.In one fluid motion, he lifted her into the air."Hector," she sighed, the name escaping like a fragment of a prayer.Theresa gasped a small breath of surprise against his lips, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, her thigh muscle
Chapter 37Hector drove with fierce concentration, his white knuckles gripping the steering wheel. The facade of tranquility they had maintained on the beach crumbled as soon as they got into the car. Now, only the raw tension of the reality that awaited them remained."You need to go straight home," Hector said, his voice sounding strangely loud in the quiet environment of the car. "We're not going to the hospital, we're not going anywhere. Until I understand what's happening."Theresa turned her head to him, a pang of pain in her chest."But my father… I need to see him. I need to know how he is.""I know. And you will know. But not today. Today, your safety is the priority."The suggestion made Theresa shudder. She hadn't thought of it, but she agreed with a nod."And you? What are you going to do?""I'll take you home, make sure everything is safe. Then I have some things to take care of." I need to hear other versions of the story. The official police version and the real versio
The next morning, they awoke with a feeling of peace, rare and precious. He put on shorts and a t-shirt, she a tiny bikini and a beach cover-up, and Hector grabbed a basket with water and fruit."Let's go," he said, taking her hand. "The beach is practically private at this hour."And he was right.
Only then did he move, sliding up her body, his hard cock pressing against her thigh. His eyes were wild, filled with a dark triumph."My little slut saw that?" he whispered, brushing his lips against hers. "This pussy is all mine.""Yes..." she agreed in a thread of a voice, her body still trembli
She turned her head to look at him. Theresa felt love and gratitude for him in that moment, and without a word, she leaned in and captured his lips in a kiss. This kiss was different from the others. It was a sensual and passionate exploration. Its taste was a mixture of white wine.Hector responde
Hector set the suitcases down on the floor of the entrance hall and turned to Theresa, who still seemed a little lost, absorbing the silent grandeur of the place."Welcome home," he said, his voice a little hoarse from the journey, but soft.She gave him a small smile."It's... incredible, Hector.







