That wasn't my first time, but it felt as extraordinary as if it was. Arena was a goddess, plain and simple. I needed a second go-around, this time in the comfort of my own apartment."Shall we head back?" I asked, as she was still soaking in the water. Damn, she looked otherworldly in her bare skin, though. I couldn't wait to see more of her. Soon, Mateo, soon."Why do you want to leave already?" She looked up at me with those sparkling eyes which twinkled brighter than the stars in the sky.I began dressing in my briefs that I had tossed up onto the rocks. I figured I could fetch us some towels so Arena wouldn't be so shy on the car ride back. "I thought we could do a round two, maybe in the comfort of my penthouse? Only if you wanted to get to know me a little better that is…" I teased."Not back to your mansion?" she asked, her eyes wide. "Ashamed for people to see me with you?" Her expression turned a little hard."Absolutely not, Arena. It's just… how do I put this?
**Marco POV"Sh*t, Marco. At least take me out to dinner before you f*ck me over," Agustin said.I chuckled, a deep, grizzly laugh, back at him. He wasn't wrong. This was going to be a sh*tfest. We had El Lobo to deal with first, then I had to figure out negotiating with Matias, and then I needed to get that Zuleta girl back. If I knew things were going to be this involved, I'd have turned the whole deal down."I need more," I demanded."More what? Hookers? I can send some b*tches your way, Marco," he cackled. I heard him spitting his chewing tobacco."No. Money," I rolled my eyes. The dumb f*ck. Believe it or not, I've been a family man. I could have had any lady I wanted as an Alpha, with this type of power, but I didn't want to ruin my daughter's image of me. My wife, she was a good piece of meat to f*ck, but was dumb as Agustin here. Everything I did was for my little Serena. "F*ck you, Marco, you filthy c*cksucker. No way I'm giving you anymore than we agreed on," Agu
**Arena POVMateo wiped me down with a towelette, and now that I was feeling clean and refreshed, I craved another go at it."I'm ready for round three," I assured him, wanting even more. I couldn't get enough of what sex finally felt like, going nineteen years without it.Mateo walked over to me with a glass of sparkling water and a blanket to cover me. "Pace yourself," he smirked. "I'm sure you're on cloud nine now, but even the best of us need a cool-down."I winked. "Are you the best of us?""I aim for perfection," he announced, pulling the light-weight cashmere blanket over my thighs gently. He handed me the glass of water, and I took a sip. It was getting hot in his apartment, even with the air conditioning on, but the drink helped. Although, I was sure it wasn't cool enough to get the redness out of my face from being so close to a naked, sexy man like Mateo."You're just going to sit like that?" I pondered aloud, staring down at his exposed c
Murdered? I was caught off-guard, but it started to add up. The lack of photographs could be explained by such a traumatic event. "I'm so sorry for your loss," I began, unsure how else to console him."I appreciate that, but it's okay." I could tell by his face that it wasn't. I thought maybe I should change the subject, but he continued before I could interrupt. "It was many years ago, but I've never truly gotten over it."Which seemed weird because, from his exterior, you'd think he was some carefree billionaire who raced sports cars and had personal shoppers. He maintained a good mask."I can't even imagine," I sighed, heartbroken for him. I shifted my position on the loveseat towards him, both of our legs now under the cashmere blanket."They say one won't live much longer than their mate, but here I am, many years later." His tone was slightly regretful.I paused. "So you've already met your fated mate, then?" It wasn't a question as much as it was a
**Efrain"I can't believe we're paying this much for some b*tch," I grumbled as my father and I stood in the abandoned parking ramp in front of a sleek, black BMW. Six bodyguards were fanned out around them, looking rather out of place wearing suits and sunglasses on a hot Miami night."Shut up," my thrice-cursed father said. "She's not 'some b*tch. She's Mateo Castilas's daughter. That alone makes her worth every penny."I huffed in frustration. "So you want me to mate with her, then?"Agustin stroked his chin. "Maybe. Maybe we don't need that Catalina Zuleta, anyway. It'd be much more advantageous to have an alliance with Mateo than with Rodri Zuleta. But we can't forget the fact that she's your Moon Goddess given mate."I rolled my eyes. "You know I don't believe in that crap.""Crap or not, facts are facts." My father checked his watch again and frowned. "Half an hour late. This is coming out of his payment.""Whatever," I sighed.The drunken a** frowned at me, then
**ArenaMateo fell asleep with his c*ck inside me. I let his heavy weight press on me like a warm blanket. After all, before long, I wouldn't have him. I'd have to treasure moments like this.He'd been an animal, waking me up several times during the evening and night. I knew I was sore and achy all over, but the slight sting just reminded me of him. I prayed it never went away.I combed my fingers through his hair while he slept, breathing in his scent as the sun climbed above the horizon.Mateo started nuzzling me, and I knew he was waking up. I smiled, and it made my eyes sting."Hey, baby," Mateo murmured, rocking his hips slowly so he moved gently in my sore passage. He kissed along my jaw lazily, skimming his hands along my sides. "You should have woken me up. I probably crushed you all night.""It was just an hour or three," I said, seeking his lips with mine. "I wanted to stay close with you.""Well, you certainly did that," Mateo chuckled. I felt the vibration to
**MateoMy men had ascertained days ago that Agustin Rodriguez did not have my Lucia, as he'd claimed on the phone. Apparently, he'd wanted Arena—no, Catalina—back and had come up with the cruel ruse. I was prepared to rip his drunken head off, but if Catalina was Efrain's true mate, well, that did put a crimp in things.Though, I suppose I should have been thanking the bastard. Because of his slurred threats, I at least found out that Lucia had indeed been found. That, and El Lobo was finally dead. I didn't believe in coincidences.The slimy rat had my Lucia in his custody all these years. All these years, he was laughing his ass off as I came again and again to find my daughter.If he weren't already dead, I'd have killed him.This, of course, left a new problem: Marco del Rio.True, back in the day, I'd slaughtered his parents. But that was only because they'd conspired to kill my wife. If I hadn't needed his connections so desperately to find Lucia, Oscar "el Lobo" woul
**MarcoI'd given Lucia a cell in the basement, somewhere my little Serena had never been and would never be. My staff took care of her, which was a good thing because Lucia refused to take care of herself. Bathing, changing clothes, even force-feeding her had all become necessary.I stood in front of her cell door, looking at the huddled shape. A maid had dyed her hair back to dark brown, but there was no getting the skeletal girl to put on any weight. If anything, she was still losing it, despite the staff's and the doctor's best efforts."You really planning to die on me?" I asked through the small, grated window. This place had been designed by my grandfather who favored the old dungeon style. I, myself, would have preferred a more Hannibal Lecter approach–with modern glass. But it wasn't like I had the money or the desire to renovate.Lucia shrugged her emaciated shoulders. "Why not? What's the upside of staying alive?""Oh… I don't know… living," I said."To live here