Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
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. 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 . . .