She smiled, but I could see her nerves underneath. I watched her throat work as she swallowed, her eyes dropping down to my chest. That fucking did something to me inside. Lit me the fuck up. I made her nervous. I’d gotten to her. I wondered if she was thinking what I was right now. If she was remembering me pushing her against the wall in the safe house, my hand on her throat. If she was remembering her mouth on mine, her teeth sinking into my flesh.
If she remembered me inside her, making her scream.
When my cock hardened, I let anger push it the fuck back down. I didn’t want this bitch. I didn’t want her anywhere near me. I had to remember that.
“Adelita asked you a question.” My eyes snapped to Diego beside her. The fucker, sitting there with his three-piece suit and his pissant dark eyes, was glaring at me. My neck tightened as I fought the urge to dive for the asshole and teach him some fucking manners.
I caught my father’s stony expression and turned to Adelita. “It was fine.”
When everyone had started eating, I looked up at Diego to see him watching me. I met his stare and let him know with my fucking eyes that I hated his spic ass on sight. And promised him that if I ever got the chance, I would fucking end him.
Diego looked away when Quintana asked him a question. But my attention was on his hand as he reached out and laid it over Adelita’s on the table. Fire surged through my veins. I shifted in my seat, ready to fuck up this deal and tear the fucker limb from limb. But Adelita pulled her hand from under his and tucked it under the table.
Her eyes flashed to mine, then focused again on her father. The perfect cartel princess never dropping her polished fa?ade. Diego’s face was stone, but I could tell by the set of his shoulders that he was pissed.
Then I swallowed down my own anger. Because I didn’t care if he fucked her on this table in front of us all. I didn’t care if the asshole had had her after me. She wasn’t mine, and I was never touching her again.
*****
I stared at the door and wondered—for the hundredth time—what the fuck I was doing here. My nails cut into my palms as my fists curled. My traps were pulled so tightly my neck ached. And as I looked around the hallway, I knew I had less than thirty seconds before a guard would be along. The army had taught me many things. I was thankful that one of them was how to sneak past patrols.
Or maybe I wasn’t. Because if I hadn’t learned how to be stealth, I wouldn’t be here right now—a fucking betrayer of my race.
The pin I held in my hand became a burning flame. I closed my eyes, fucking willed myself to leave. But when I heard the distant sound of guards down the hall, I let my body lead. In seconds, I’d picked the lock with the pin and I was in Adelita’s room. The smell of roses hit my nose first. My jaw clenched, but my feet carried me to another set of doors. I picked the lock on those too and slipped through.
The room was dark but for a small bedside lamp. Adelita lay on the bed, dressed in a white silk nightgown that showed her bare arms and calves and feet. The material stuck to her body like glue. Her fucking perfect body. A body my hands remembered exploring every inch of.
The floor creaked beneath my foot. Adelita sat up, and her gaze collided with mine. I stayed stock still, my hands again balled into fists.
Adelita’s eyes were wide. But she stayed silent. My breathing echoed in my ears. I should turn and leave. I should have. My dick had hardened the minute I saw her. I was fucking up by being here. I knew I was.
Yet my feet didn’t move.
Adelita stood. I watched every move she made, my breathing coming faster. I saw her fighting for breath too. Her tits rose and fell under her silk nightdress. She was just a couple of feet from me now. I could smell the familiar scent of coconut from her hair, and I could see her bare face. She had no makeup on, and her hair was loose and unstyled, falling down