All Chapters of Rescued by the Forbidden CEO: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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.The stretch of sand below the hill was deserted, save for the eternal ebb and flow of the waves. The water was a crystal turquoise blue, and the morning air still held a delicious coolness. They ran into the water, which was icy and invigorating, laughing like children as they splashed each other. Afterwards, they lay on the towel Hector had brought, their bodies drying under the sun.Theresa lay on her stomach, turning her head to watch Hector. He was lying on his back, eyes closed, face turned to the sun. She reached out and traced the line of his forearm, feeling the muscles under his skin. He opened his eyes and turned to her, a relaxed smile curving his lips."This is perfect," she whi

Chapter 34He began to unbutton her shirt, his fingers brushing against the warm skin of her stomach. Theresa arched, a moan escaping her as his mouth moved away from her lips and down her neck."Hector... lunch..." she protested weakly."Lunch can wait," he retorted, his voice a low growl against her skin. "I can't."His hand slid inside her bikini, finding her wet, aroused vulva. Theresa cried out, her head snapping back, her fingers digging into her arms."Can you see?" he whispered, his fingers tracing slow, torturous circles. "This is what I do to you. This is real. The rest is just bullshit.""Yes," she agreed, losing herself in the sensation, in his scent, in the sound of his panting breath. He pressed her against the steel counter, his body a solid, hot block against hers. His gaze was dark, intense, his eyes scanning her face with desire."I want to fuck you, my little whore!" the question came out as a growl, his hands gripping her waist with a force that promised bruises.

Chapter 36Theresa was speechless. The image of Johan, furious and violent, filled her mind. She looked at Hector and saw the same understanding in his eyes. This wasn't a random robbery. This was a message."Who... who did this?" Theresa asked, her voice trembling."The police don't know. There were no cameras," Albia stated.The air seemed to leave Theresa's lungs. She stammered, unable to form words.Hector, seeing her expression, extended his hand."Give me the phone."Theresa handed it to him, her hand trembling."Albia, it's Hector," her voice was calm. "What exactly is going on?"On the other end, Albia seemed to shrink back."Hector, hi... Look, I'm just repeating what I heard. The police still don't know who did this, but they have some suspects.""And who are their suspects?" Johan and you."And you believe that?" Hector's question was direct and dangerous."No! Of course not!" Albia exclaimed. "I know you're not like that. But... but people know you were angry with him. An

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

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