Chapter 20: Traitor's Price

The mountain cabin felt smaller than a coffin. Aria sat on the edge of the single bed, Rogue’s oversized shirt barely covering her thick thighs, his fresh c*m still leaking slowly down her skin from their desperate lovemaking. The video of Tank — alive, smirking, wearing the President patch he’d stolen — played on loop in her mind. Rogue paced the tiny bedroom like a caged animal, muscles coiled, blood from the earlier fight still drying on his knuckles. “Tank. That bastard never died. He played us all — Kane, Grit, Derek. The whole f*****g club is rotten.” Emma’s voice called softly from the loft above. “Sis… I’m scared.” Aria stood, her full breasts straining against the thin fabric as she went to comfort her sister. The forced proximity of the one-bedroom cabin pressed down on all of them. Only two rooms. One bathroom. Six people total now with the two surviving loyal prospects outside on watch. Every creak of the floorboards, every brush of bodies in the narrow hallway, felt electric and dangerous. Rogue pulled her back the moment she returned, slamming the bedroom door. “Need you again. Can’t think straight otherwise.” He lifted her onto the old wooden dresser, spreading her legs wide. The mirror behind her reflected every filthy detail. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs, devouring her c*m-soaked p***y with long, hungry strokes of his tongue. Two thick fingers pushed deep inside her, curling relentlessly while he sucked hard on her swollen c**t. “Rogue…” Aria moaned, hands fisting his dark hair, hips grinding against his mouth. The dresser creaked. Her heavy breasts bounced as she rode his face. He didn’t stop until she came hard, thighs clamping around his head, juices flooding his tongue. He rose, freed his massive, veiny c**k, and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. The mirror showed everything — his powerful body pounding into her soft curves, her full breasts jiggling with every savage stroke, her face twisted in pleasure and fear. “Watch yourself get f****d, queen,” he growled, one hand around her throat, the other slapping her ass. “This p***y belongs to me. Not the club. Not Tank. Not anyone.” He f****d her harder, deeper, the dresser banging against the wall. Aria came again, screaming his name. Rogue roared and filled her with another thick load, marking her as the battle outside their door grew closer. They barely had time to dress when one of the prospects burst in. “Prez! Tank’s crew is ten minutes out. They’ve got twenty men. And they’re broadcasting the bounty live — promising every brother who helps a turn with her.” Rogue’s eyes darkened. He grabbed Aria’s hand and pulled her and Emma toward the back exit. “We ride. Now.” The narrow mountain trails forced them into tight formation. Aria clung to Rogue’s back on the Harley, her soaked, c*m-filled p***y pressed against him, the vibration teasing her mercilessly with every bump. The two prospects rode flanking them, Emma behind one. They reached an even more remote hunting lodge deep in the woods — one large open room with a loft, a single bathroom, and limited supplies. Forced proximity intensified. The five of them crammed inside as snow began to fall outside, cutting off easy escape. Night fell. Tension boiled. The prospects took watches outside. Inside, Rogue pulled Aria into the loft while Emma slept below. The space was tiny — barely room to lie down. He stripped her slowly in the dim lantern light, worshipping her curves with his mouth. Sucking her heavy breasts until they were covered in marks, licking down her soft belly, then spreading her thick thighs and eating her p***y for what felt like hours. Aria came repeatedly, biting her hand to stay quiet. Then he flipped her onto all fours and took her from behind — slow, deep, sensual strokes that made her tremble. “I love you,” he whispered, grinding against her ass. “We’ll survive this. I’ll kill Tank myself.” They came together, bodies shaking, before collapsing in a sweaty, c*m-soaked tangle. A scream from below woke them. One of the prospects had been dragged inside by Tank’s men. The lodge door was breached. Gunfire erupted in the main room. Rogue shoved Aria and Emma into the loft corner and charged down. The fighting was brutal in the confined space. Rogue dropped two attackers, but Tank himself appeared in the doorway, gun raised. “Prez. Or should I say ex-Prez. Hand over the queen. The club voted. She’s club property now. We share her, split the bounty, and rebuild stronger.” Rogue roared and tackled him. The two men crashed through furniture, fists flying. Aria fired from the loft, dropping another intruder. In the chaos, Tank’s men grabbed Emma, dragging her toward the door. Aria lunged without thinking, tackling one man. Rough hands grabbed her, tearing her shirt and exposing her heavy breasts. Fingers groped her curves as they tried to subdue her. Rogue broke free from Tank, killing the men holding Emma and Aria with savage efficiency. He pulled both women behind an overturned table. The lodge was too small. They were trapped again. Tank laughed from across the room, bleeding but alive. “You can’t protect her forever. The entire club is coming. And they all want a taste of the President’s prize.” A new explosion rocked the back wall — more of Tank’s men breaching. The prospects were overwhelmed. Rogue made a split-second decision. “The basement crawlspace. Now.” They dropped through a hidden hatch into another claustrophobic space — dirt floor, low ceiling, barely enough room for the three of them to huddle. The sounds of fighting raged above. Then silence. Tank’s voice filtered through the floorboards. “Come out, Elena. I’ll be gentle at first. The brothers are lining up. Rogue gets to watch you get passed around like the club w***e you were always meant to be.” Rogue pulled Aria onto his lap in the darkness, her thick thighs straddling him once more. “He’s lying. Stay with me.” Their kiss was desperate. He freed himself and she sank down onto his c**k, riding him slowly in the pitch black while Emma slept fitfully beside them. The danger above made every grind, every quiet moan, intensely erotic. Aria came silently, biting his neck. Rogue filled her again, holding her tight. Hours passed. The noises above faded. When they cautiously pushed the hatch open, the lodge was empty — but a note was pinned to the wall with a knife. Bring her to the old ironworks by sunrise. Alone. Or Emma dies slow. The sharing will be broadcast live. — Tank, President Emma was gone. Taken while they hid. Rogue’s roar shook the walls. Aria screamed, collapsing against him. He lifted her chin, eyes burning with lethal promise and dark love. “We get her back. Then I end this once and for all. But first…” In the destroyed lodge, with snow falling outside and enemies closing in, Rogue took her again — raw, emotional, against the wall. Deep, claiming thrusts that left them both shaking and clinging to each other. “We survive this,” he vowed, forehead pressed to hers, c**k still buried inside her. “Together.” But as they prepared to ride out, a final message buzzed on the captured phone: She’s already with us. And she’s asking for you, Rogue. Come alone… or watch your queen get broken on camera. Tank had played them perfectly. Aria looked at Rogue, tears and fire in her eyes. The ultimate test of their love had arrived.