All Chapters of Rescued by the Forbidden CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Theresa tossed in bed, burying her face in the pillow. Every detail of the dinner replayed in her mind in an incessant, torturous loop. The tension, the conversation, the way he opened the wine bottle, and then... his warm hand on her chest, the ragged breathing, the lips so close she could almost feel them again. But what haunted her wasn't the rejection itself, but what she had seen in Hector's eyes in the moments preceding it. There was no lack of desire. On the contrary. There was a civil war being waged in his depths, a conflict between what he wanted and what his morality screamed was right.He wanted her. That truth was both her greatest victory and her greatest frustration. He wanted her, but something, no, someone: the decades-long loyalty to her father, was stronger.With a groan of frustration, she sat up in bed and grabbed her phone. Albia would be her anchor, her voice of reason, or perhaps her accomplice in insanity.On the other end of the line, Albia's sleepy voice ans

Hector deepened the kiss, his hands moving from her face to bury themselves in her hair, pulling her even closer, as if he wanted to merge her with himself. Theresa responded with equal fervor, her hands clutching his shirt, her fingers finding the tense muscles of his back. The outside world no longer existed. There was only the taste of each other, the shared warmth, the panting sound of their breathing in the silence of the hall.It was Hector who broke the kiss, pulling away a few inches, his forehead still resting against hers. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated, reflecting the same storm he saw in her eyes."I can't stay here," he whispered, his voice hoarse, laden with deep meaning. "If I stay, I won't be able to leave. And if I stay... it won't be just a kiss."Theresa took a deep breath, her chest heaving against his. The fear she had felt at the bar had transformed into a daring courage, fueled by the desire she saw etched on his face."Then don't go," she said, her words co

He turned her back, his eyes dark as coal, full of unbridled lust. "I want to hear you ask. I want to know exactly what you want." Theresa, intoxicated by his attention and her own audacity, didn't play coy. With a surprisingly strong push, she reversed their positions, shoving him against the sheets and mounting him with a confidence that made his eyes darken with pure ecstasy. "You want to hear?" she breathed, her hips already beginning a circular, hypnotic movement over him. "I want you inside me again. I want to feel you filling me until I can't take it anymore." She leaned forward, her breasts swaying dangerously close to his face. "And I want you here," she whispered, guiding his lips to a hardened nipple. "I want your mouth on me, your tongue... sucking me until I moan." Hector groaned deeply, a vibration against her skin, and obeyed eagerly. His mouth covered one breast with an animal hunger, his tongue licking and sucking with an intensity that made her fingers

Later, he took her to the apartment balcony, which offered a stunning view of the city preparing for nightfall. A gentle breeze stirred her hair. Hector stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her, his chin resting on her head."It's beautiful," she whispered, watching the lights begin to twinkle."It's nothing compared to you," he replied, his lips finding the side of her neck in a series of soft kisses that made her shiver.Dinner was a joint culinary adventure. He taught her how to make a creamy risotto, his hands guiding hers over the stove, their bodies brushing with every movement. There was flour flying, laughter when she spilled a little wine, and kisses tasting of garlic and onion that were strangely romantic."You are a terrible student," he joked, wiping a splash of broth from her forehead."But you are a very, very distracted teacher," she retorted, pulling him in for another kiss.They ate on the sofa, with their feet tangled, feeding each other forkfuls of risotto. The

Theresa brought her hand to her mouth to stifle a moan. The accusation in her father's voice was like a knife. She could feel Hector's pain, the pain of being accused by the man who was like a brother to him.Hector tried again, his voice lower, conciliatory."Johan, I understand your anger. I truly do. I should have called you. But she was so frightened, she... she asked me not to worry you. She didn't want you to...""I DON'T CARE WHAT SHE WANTED!" Johan's roar was so loud that Hector pulled the phone away from his ear for a second. "She is my daughter, Hector! My responsibility! And you... you kept this from me. How could you do this? Do you think you're her only protector? Her personal bodyguard?"Hector let his head fall, his shoulders slumping under the weight of the words. He knew there was no possible defense. Johan was right, in a way. He should have told him."You're right," Hector's voice came out low, defeated. The admission seemed to cause him physical pain. "You're absol