neck and sucked. The princess only rode me harder. Pressure built at the base of my spine. Letting her know her brush with control was over, I threw Adelita to the mattress and pinned her down as I fucked her. I fucked her hard, so hard she’d be feeling me inside her for days. So hard that even if another dick ever came inside her, all she’d think of was me, this moment. My cock owning her pussy.
Adelita’s breath grew labored. She stayed pinned to the mattress, and I couldn’t look away. Her hair was spread out around her head like a damn halo; her cheeks were flushed, her lips thick from my mouth. Her pupils were so wide her brown eyes looked black.
My heart raced. My arms, still pinning her down, started to shake as I tried to rip my eyes away. But I couldn’t. My chest tightened as I thrust faster. It tightened as I tried to think of her as nothing. Think of her as impure and beneath me. But when her pussy clenched and started choking my dick, and I watched her come, head back and whispering, “Tanner,” I knew I was completely fucked. Letting out a too-loud roar, I slammed into her one more time, the sight of her perfect face ripping the cum right from me. I dropped my head to her neck and pushed into her until I had nothing left.
I inhaled slowly as I caught my breath. I kept my head tucked into Adelita’s neck, breathing in her scent. I needed to move. I told myself to fucking move, to get the hell away from her room, but my body wasn’t listening. And when her hand came up and ran over my shaved head, and down along my spine in soft, slow caresses, I knew that I wasn’t going anywhere.
My dick was still hard inside her. Only when it went soft did I pull out. I felt my cum spill onto her thighs, and I nearly got hard again. I moved my hand between her legs and rubbed it into her skin. Marking this bitch as belonging to me. Making sure she knew who’d just had her—who’d taken her for the first time two months ago.
Adelita’s breathing hitched. I lifted my head, and my stubbled cheek rubbed against her smooth one. Adelita’s brown gaze fixed on mine. She didn’t say a thing. Just kept looking at me. Something broke in my chest as she did. I didn’t know what the fuck it was, but it terrified me.
I held my breath as her eyes searched mine and her fingers ran over my face. “?Hola, Tanner Ayers. It is nice to have you back.”
My nostrils flared, and I closed my eyes, fighting whatever was possessing me. Fighting to remember who I was and what I believed in. But when I opened my eyes and saw Adelita’s smiling face staring back at me, every other thought but her and me and us, like this, right now, completely disappeared.
I turned my head into her hand and kissed her palm. Adelita’s eyes widened. So I kissed her mouth, and she melted against me. When I broke away, I rolled to the side. I stared at the ceiling, refusing to let in the things that were stabbing at my brain—my father and what he would do if he knew I was here, my brotherhood back in Texas . . . and the entire US Klan—what they would do if they found out their heir was fucking a Mexican. Worse still, a cartel princess.
“Did you miss me, Tanner Ayers?” Adelita’s question pulled me from my thoughts. She crossed her arms on my chest and settled her chin on them. I searched her face and looked for the inferiority. But I couldn’t find it. Bitch was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen.
“What’s happening between you and that Diego cunt?” I asked, my voice sharp as a dagger. Adelita’s eyes widened as the question hissed from my mouth. There was nothing calm or nice about the way I asked it.
But then a knowing smirk pulled at her mouth. That action both pissed me the fuck off and made me want to push my cock between her lips and fuck her mouth. Reaching out, I dragged my thumb over her lips and demanded, “Answer the question.”
Adelita rolled her eyes. She was one of the only people I’d ever met who didn’t fear me. I didn’t know why. She bit my thumb.