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Having it All
Balancing it All
Defending it All
Protecting it All
Expecting it All
Celebrating it All
Punishment Pit Series Volume One (Books 1-3)
Punishment Pit Series Volume Two (Books 4-6)
Stand Alone Books
Captured Pawn
Blessed Betrayal
Royalty, American Style
Alpha’s Capture (as Livia Bourne)
Blinding Salvation (as Livia Bourne)
Eternal Obessions
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Julia Sykes
Chapter 1
Sofia
“Mateo, we don’t have time for this.” My protest was far too breathy to hold any real force. When the man I loved held me with such harsh passion, I could barely remember where I was, much less what we should be doing.
I shook my head slightly as he kissed his way down the column of my throat. Little sparks of pleasure pinged over my skin everywhere his lips brushed over my flesh. They were so soft for such a hard man, a contrast that would never cease to enthrall me.
“Mateo,” I whispered, his name a plea. I was no longer certain if I was begging for him to relent or for his sinful mouth to move lower. “I have to get ready.”
I couldn’t show up to Carmen Ronaldo and Stefano Duarte’s party with my curls askew from Mateo’s possessive, grasping hands.
Even if the thought of him leaving me aching and empty before we had to be parted made my thighs clench in protest.
Mateo would have to guard Adrián at the party, leaving me to circulate with the other guests. There would be no danger, not when we were within the secure walls of Duarte’s imposing high rise in Mexico City. But it was Mateo’s job to stand at Adrián’s back and look intimidating as hell with all his massive muscles. He couldn’t spend all evening by my side, not when he was expected to be at his post.
I didn’t know anything about the cartel’s business, and I didn’t want to. I held little affection for Mateo’s boss, an infamous drug lord. But I did love Adrián’s wife, Valentina.
And I loved Mateo.
My feelings about their business were complicated, but I chose to love the people who mattered in my life. They loved me unconditionally, and I would never reject them.
“Seriously,” I panted. “I want to look good for the party.” Carmen intimidated the hell out of me. The beautiful, sharp-edged queen of the Mexican cartel was wickedly smart and shrewd. I wanted to make a good impression.
