Darkness Embraced (Hades Hangmen 7)

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.

As Adelita gasped for breath, her skin grew slick with sweat. She shook in my arms, her hips jerking from coming so hard. Seeing her like this, seeing this perfect body and face shattering because of me, made me turn fucking red-hot savage. I snapped my jeans open, pulled off my boots, and threw them to the floor. Before Adelita even had a chance to recover, I moved between her legs and slammed inside her in one long thrust. Adelita’s back arched off the bed as I rocked into her, back and forth and back and forth. Her tits scraped against my chest, and her arms wrapped around my neck, fingers clawing at my skin. Bitch gave back as much as I gave her. She used her hands on my neck as her anchor as she lifted off the mattress and rode my cock.

Her pussy squeezed me hard, and I sank my teeth into the side of her 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. 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 tho

ught 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.