The compound’s victory fires had barely cooled when the intercepted radio message shattered the fragile peace. Twenty million dollars. Alive and preferably unbroken. Every lowlife, cartel remnant, and rival club in the southwest now had Aria’s face burned into their minds — the ultimate prize to be hunted, shared, and ruined.
Rogue’s arms tightened around her like iron as they lay in the reinforced bedroom. His thick c**k was still half-hard inside her, their bodies sticky with sweat and c*m from the intense celebration f**k. Aria’s heavy breasts pressed soft and warm against his tattooed chest, her wide hips cradled in his lap.
“They’re never going to stop,” she whispered, tracing a fresh scar on his shoulder.
Rogue’s hand slid down to cup her ass possessively, fingers dipping between
