The stolen truck tore through the snow-covered mountain roads like a beast unleashed. Aria sat pressed tight against Rogue in the cramped cab, her thick thighs draped over his lap, his big hand possessively buried between her legs under the dashboard. Two fingers slowly pumped in and out of her c*m-soaked p***y as he drove one-handed, the wet sounds barely masked by the roaring engine. Emma was gone. Taken. The weight of it crushed her chest, but Rogue’s touch kept her grounded in raw, desperate need.
“Stay with me, queen,” he growled, curling his fingers against that perfect spot inside her. “We get her back. Then I burn Tank and every traitor to ash.”
Aria moaned softly, grinding down on his hand, her heavy breasts straining against his shirt. The forced proximity in the small cab ampl
