I hissed, my cock stirring to life at the sharp sting of pain. Adelita released my thumb and said, “Nothing. We grew up together. He is Papa’s second in command.”
“He wants to fuck you.”
“Well, I do not want to fuck him.”
Leaning into her, I bit at her lip, before pushing my tongue inside her mouth. Adelita moaned against me. Hearing a noise, I checked my watch. I had about fifteen minutes to get back to my rooms unseen. I threw my jeans and shirt back on and headed for the door. Rational thought seeped back into me. “That’ll be the last time I come here. The last time we fuck.” I ignored the crack in my chest as the words left my mouth.
My blood buzzed through my veins like electricity zipping through live wires. My skin was red hot at the thought of not having her again. But I had to fucking leave. I had to stop being so fucking weak.
Just before I reached the door, Adelita said, “You’ll be back here tomorrow night, Tanner Ayers. You can’t seem to stay away from me.” She smirked, but her cheeks flushed. “Just like I cannot stay away from you.”
My fingernails rolled into my palm and dug into my flesh. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe to calm the anger her words ignited. But it was no use. I turned around. Adelita was still on the bed, naked and watching me, her skin still slick from our fucking.
I marched to where she lay, fisted my hand in her hair, and pulled her to my face, about to tell her what I thought of her kind, her fucking mind games. But when I opened my mouth, something else fell from my tongue. “That cunt comes near you, and I’ll kill him.” Adelita’s lips parted, and her head dropped as she roved her eyes over my chest and arms. Moving my hand between her legs, I slipped a finger inside her, my dick twitching as she moaned. “I own this pussy, princess. Don’t you fucking forget that.”
I pulled my hand back, then stormed from her suite. I shut the door, and gave myself a fucking second to breathe. Then I sneaked back into my room before I was caught.
The next night, I was back in Adelita’s bed, and back in that pussy that I owned. And the bitch must have been a damn witch, because I started replaying Tank’s words from a while back, when he’d joined the Hangmen and left me, his best friend. That one day I would meet someone who would make me question everything. Make me realize that the invisible empire was all bullshit. It couldn’t be. I believed in it all. I did. The Klan had a goal, and I was dead set on seeing it happen.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I thought of the burning crosses, the rallies, and the people we’d killed. Thought of the white race. How we were meant to lead. To reign supreme. But when I pictured Adelita’s face in my head, the lines were getting blurred. I struggled to see impurity. Adelita’s smile, lightly tanned skin, and dark eyes clouded my mind. And, fuck, to me, they were perfect . . . just like her . . . a perfect Mexican . . . I didn’t know what the fuck to do with that . . .
“Tanner?” I shook my head, and then those eyes were right there in front of me once more. But this time they were real. My hands were shaking, and my neck was so tense I thought my tendons were gonna snap. My eyes squeezed shut as hellfire took me over, fucking eradicating any sanity, any good, that was left inside me.
“Tanner . . . please . . .”
Adelita’s pleading voice made my eyes slam open, and I was across the room in seconds. My hand fisted into her hair—hair that, after all this time, I still remembered the feel and smell of—and I glared into her eyes. I didn’t look any lower. If I saw that fucking wedding dress again I wasn’t sure what I would do.
“You betrayed me,” I snarled, desperately trying to keep a check on my rage. “You fucking betrayed me.” My voice barely made a sound at all, but it was dripping with poison.
The tears that had been building in Adelita’s eyes seemed to vanish in an instant, replaced by a spark of rage. She opened her mouth to speak, but the