“Señor Ayers.” Diego smiled at me. Keeping Adelita’s arm in his, he held out his free hand. I shook it and felt the effort behind the strength of his grip. I’d crush this fucker into pieces given half a chance. Fuck up his perfectly slicked back hair and three-thousand-dollar suit.
“Let’s sit, shall we?” Quintana said.
I did as he said, then stared down at my plate. I fucking forced myself to. But when Adelita said, “Did you have a good trip back to Mexico, Tanner?” I lifted my eyes and they locked on hers.
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 façade. 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 to the middle of her back.
The temperature in the room seemed to rise about a hundred degrees. I watched Adelita, she watched me, then . . . “Tanner . . .” At the sound of my name from her lips, I threw off the last fucking morsel of sanity I had left and marched to where she stood. Not even giving her a chance to talk, I smashed my lips to hers. Adelita moaned into my mouth, and then her tongue was warring against mine.
My fucking heart was a drum about to burst from my chest. My hands were everywhere on her. Her hands pressed my cheeks then moved down to my biceps. Familiar red nails dug into the flesh, and I hissed as the pain, mixed with her taste and feel and sound, made my cock about ready to bust through my jeans.
Ripping my mouth from hers, I yanked my shirt off, then pulled down the straps of her nightgown until her tits were freed. With a low growl, I dove forward and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Adelita threw her head back and moaned. Her hands were a vise on my head as she kept me at her tit, my tongue thrashing the nipple back and forth. I slipped my hand under her nightgown. As soon as my fingers found her wet pussy, Adelita cried out. Releasing her nipple, I slammed her down on the bed, climbed over her, and covered her mouth with my free hand. “Shh,” I hissed. “Keep quiet.”
Adelita’s eyes rolled as I slipped a finger inside her, looking for the spot that would make her fall apart. I tracked my eyes down her body, memorizing her tits and legs and pussy. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted her naked under me. Wanted her skin pressed against mine. I took hold of the thin material covering her body and ripped it down the middle. I pulled the ruined nightgown from underneath her and tossed it to the floor. Then I sat back and looked down at all of her—Adelita fucking Quintana. Looked at her lying on the bed, her body bared for me—nipples tight and red, pussy wet and waiting.
I found her already watching me. And when a small smile spread on her lips, that fucking antagonistic side of her I knew was under that perfect cartel princess shit, that fucking fire, slipped through. Biting her lip, Adelita moved her foot and slowly slid it against my cock.
It broke me.
I crashed my mouth to hers. But only for a second, before I slid down her body. Hooking my arms under her legs, I yanked her down the bed—bitch didn’t want to play it soft. Adelita’s eyes flared, pupils dilated, and she struggled to catch her breath. Heat burned through me at the sight of her laid out before me. I groaned, then lowered my body and licked right along her bared pussy, from clit to hole. Adelita’s head snapped back and her mouth opened. But she trapped her scream in her throat and silently breathed it out.
The taste of her was threatening to pull me apart. I licked along her pussy again, sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. Adelita writhed in my arms, but I used my strength to pin her arms down so she couldn’t move. So she had to take my licks and know who was fucking her. More than addicted to her taste, I worked her faster and faster until she tensed, stilled, then broke apart under me.