Falling with Grace - Page 159

What time is it?

The sun sat high in the sky, the wind billowing the long curtains next to the opened French doors.

Elias’ toes hung out from the sheet, his long, toned leg bent, and he peeked out from the cloth that only covered part of his hip.

I placed my palm on his chest beside my face, and his arm tightened around my waist.

He’d been insatiable last night, dragging me out of sleep with his cock between my legs and his fingers pressed against my clit, my sleepy moans crying out his name moments before coming.

My muscles were tight and sore, spreading the ache across my lower back and calves.

I sighed and rolled onto my back, stretching as seagulls screeched in the sky, the warm breeze brushing against my face, my bladder full.

Sitting, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and rubbed my face.

“Leaving so soon?”

I froze, then gave a short laugh. “I need to pee.”

“Later.” He rolled and grabbed my waist, his arm tight against my belly, and dragged me back into the bed.

I squealed, my hands gripping the edge of the bed in a futile effort to resist.

He hovered above me, his kisses roving over my breasts, his teeth grazing against my peaked nipple. “I cannot get enough of you.” His lips braised my hip, causing my belly to flip and swirl as a growing need heated my core.

“Señor Hernández. Come quick.”

Valaria’s voice broke through the fog of desperation and caused my heart to stutter.

Elias jerked his head towards the stairs, then tossed the sheet away as he bounced off the bed.

He grabbed a pair of jeans from the dresser and his pistol sitting on top. “Stay here.” He rushed down the stairs with his pistol in hand, and my heart bottomed out with my stomach.

What’s happening?

I launched out of bed, flinging open dresser drawers. I tossed on a pair of underwear and shorts, then a shirt, and tucked the rosary in my pocket. I tipped my head down the stairs, the wall blocking my body.

Silence rang loud downstairs, the hustle and bustle non-existent, my heart catapulting through my chest.

What the hell?

I rushed towards the balcony, my bare feet pattering on the tile. I scanned the area to the right.

The armed guards remained at their stations, their pacing evident in the sand.

Where are the shouting men, screams, gunshots? Anything…

Looking to the left, I halted, my stomach flipping. Blood splattered against Rosa’s patio, her body lying motionless as staff gathered around. Elias knelt over her.

I gasped, my hand falling over my mouth as I spun on my heel and rushed down the steps, into the kitchen, and out onto the patio. The sand kicked up behind me as I jumped over the three steps and landed on the beach, my brow sticky with sweat.

Javier glanced up at me as I drew closer and shook his head.

Fear pulled me in by the throat, my sand-covered feet moving me towards the scene. A few staff bustled back and forth from the house with towels and clothes. Alba stepped onto the patio with a small pillow in her hand.

Is she okay?

Blood puddled at Elias’s bare feet, his pistol tucked into the back of his trousers.