All Chapters of Rescued by the Forbidden CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 22Theresa closed the bedroom door and leaned against it, as if the solid wood could shut out the outside world. But a soft knock on the bedroom door made her jump."Theresa?" It was Albia's voice, gentle and full of concern. "Open up. It's me."Theresa swallowed hard, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. She needed to compose herself. She needed Albia. With trembling hands, she opened the door.Albia stood on the other side, her usually carefree face now etched with deep anxiety. Her eyes swept over her friend's pale, tear-streaked face, and without a word, she pulled her into a tight hug."My God, Theresa," Albia whispered. "What happened? I saw your father outside, he looked..."Theresa let herself be guided to the bed, where she sat down, pulling her knees to her chest. Albia sat beside her, holding her hand."He... he was here," Theresa began, her voice an unsteady rustle. "When I opened the door, I thought it was you. He forced his way in. He... he grabbed me

Albia watched her, her face betraying concern."You can't be alone tonight," Albia declared, leaving no room for argument. "I can sleep here on the sofa."Theresa shook her head, though the idea was tempting."No, no. You've done enough. And I... I need to talk to Hector."The mention of his name made something inside her tighten, a mixture of deep longing and agonizing guilt. She needed him. She needed his strength, his scent, his certainty. She needed him to anchor her back to the reality they had built together, away from the nightmare she had just lived through."Are you going to call him?" Albia asked.Theresa picked up her phone. Her hands were cold and trembling. She took a deep breath, trying to pull herself together. She didn't want to scare him. But the truth was, she was scared.She dialed his number. He answered on the first ring, as if he'd had the phone in his hand."Theresa?" His voice was immediately tense, protective. He must have heard something in her breathing, or

He looked at her, and all hesitation vanished. His lips found hers in a kiss that wasn't of tenderness, but of absolute possession. It was lustful, devouring, full of all the anger, fear, and desire they both felt. Their tongues met in a fierce dance, their hands clutching each other as if fearing separation.Hector lifted her from the sofa without breaking the kiss and carried her to the bedroom. There was no slowness this time, no tactile exploration. There was an urgency, a need to merge, to recompose themselves through each other's bodies.He laid her on the bed, their bodies meeting in a tumult of clothes being torn away. When he was naked over her, his erection was a hard rod pressing against her flesh, a promise of oblivion."I want to feel you in my mouth," Theresa breathed, her instincts guiding her. She wanted the power, she wanted the control, she wanted to reduce him to a state of pure sensation, just as he did to her.With a movement, she pushed him and made him roll onto

There was a pause on the other end."That's a good idea. Albia is a good friend. Is the place safe?""Very," Theresa said, her eyes closed, the lie tasting bitter on her tongue. "It's a building with a doorman. I'll be fine. I promise.""Good," Johan sounded relieved. "Call me if you need anything. Anything.""I will, Dad. Thank you... for everything.""I love you, my girl.""I love you too, Dad."The call ended. Theresa lowered the phone, her hands trembling."You did very well," Hector said, approaching and wrapping his arms around her. "It was the right thing to do.""I feel so... dirty," she confessed, burying her face in his chest."I know," he whispered, kissing her head. "But this is to protect ourselves and him. For now."She nodded, knowing he was right, but the guilt didn't vanish.Theresa finished packing in silence."Ready?" he asked, extending his hand.Theresa took one last look around the room, at the place where they had found so much pleasure and, now, so much pain. S

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 responded in kind, his hand rising to her face, his fingers gently digging into her hair. There was no rush. The outside world had vanished; only this veranda, the sound of the waves, and the slow, hypnotic touch of their lips and tongues existed.After a time that could have been minutes or hours, Hector broke the kiss and stood up, extending his hand to her."Come," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.He led her back to the bedroom. The sliding doors were wide open, and the thin mosquito net curtain billowed in the breeze, letting in the sound and smell of the ocean. Hector laid her down on the bed."Every beat of your heart says my name," he whispered, his voice a low growl against the sensitive