The desert wind howled like a dying beast as the cartel convoy crested the final ridge. Over a hundred men, armored trucks, and heavy weapons turned the horizon into a black storm. Inside the battered compound, tension was thick enough to choke on. Aria stood on the roof beside Rogue, her curvy body pressed tight against his massive frame in the narrow sniper nest. His big hand was already under her shirt, palming one heavy breast possessively, thumb circling her n****e as they watched death approach.
“Whatever happens,” Rogue growled against her ear, fingers pinching harder, “this body stays mine. Even if I have to f**k you in the middle of the battlefield to remind them.”
Aria’s p***y clenched at his words, still slick and full from their earlier claiming. “Then remind me now. Before i
