Chapter Eight: Brother's Offer

Rogue returned to the room an hour later, his face dark and jaw clenched tight. Aria sat on the bed with Emma curled up asleep beside her. The moment he stepped inside, she stood and rushed into his arms. “What did Kane say?” she whispered, pressing her soft curves against him. Rogue held her close, one big hand stroking down her back to cup her ass possessively. “He says the real threat isn’t the Reapers. There’s someone bigger pulling strings — an old rival club that wants my territory. Tank was just the beginning.” Aria looked up at him, searching his eyes. “Do you trust him?” Rogue’s laugh was bitter. “f**k no. But he has proof. And right now… we need every ally we can get.” The door opened without a knock. Kane walked in like he owned the place, two of his men behind him. His cold blue eyes immediately found Aria, sliding slowly over her body with open hunger. “Nice to see you again, queen,” Kane said with a smirk. “Looking well-f****d and well-protected.” Rogue stepped in front of her. “Watch your mouth.” Kane raised his hands in mock surrender but didn’t stop staring. “Relax, brother. I’m here to help. But help comes with conditions.” He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Your club is weak right now. Half your men are dead or injured. I have forty loyal riders ready to fight for you… if we do things my way.” “What way?” Rogue growled. Kane’s smile turned dangerous. “We go old school. The queen becomes club property. Shared by the inner circle for protection and loyalty. Starting with me.” His eyes burned into Aria. “One night with her would seal the alliance. After that, you keep her as your main woman. Family shares, remember?” Aria’s stomach dropped. Emma stirred beside her. Rage and fear mixed in her chest. “Never,” Rogue snarled, stepping forward with fists clenched. “She’s mine. Not yours. Not the club’s. Mine.” Kane shrugged. “Then you fight the big dogs alone and lose everything — including her. Your choice, little brother.” The tension in the room was suffocating. Aria grabbed Rogue’s arm, her full breasts pressing into him. “Rogue… we’ll find another way.” But she saw the conflict in his eyes — love for her warring with his duty to the club and the need to keep everyone safe. Kane stepped closer, voice low and tempting. “Think about it. One night. I’ll be gentle… at first.” His gaze dropped to her lips. “She looks like she can handle two brothers at once.” Rogue exploded. He slammed Kane against the wall, forearm pressed to his throat. “Touch her and I’ll rip your f*****g heart out.” Kane only laughed, even as he struggled for air. “You’ve gone soft. The old Rogue would’ve already bent her over for the club.” Rogue released him with a shove and turned to Aria. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her fiercely in front of everyone — a public claim. His tongue dominated hers, hands roaming her body as if proving she belonged only to him. When he broke the kiss, both of them were breathing hard. “She’s not a bargaining chip,” he said to Kane. “We fight together as allies. No sharing. No deals with her body. Take it or leave it.” Kane wiped blood from his lip, eyes gleaming with challenge. “For now. But when the real war starts tomorrow… you might change your mind.” He and his men left the room. Rogue locked the door and immediately turned to Aria. The fear, rage, and possessiveness exploded into raw need. “On the bed,” he ordered, voice rough. “Now.” Aria obeyed, heart racing. He stripped her fast, then himself, his massive c**k already rock hard. He climbed over her, spreading her thick thighs wide. “This p***y is mine,” he growled, slamming into her in one deep thrust. “No one else gets it. Not my brother. Not the club. Mine.” Aria cried out in pleasure and pain, nails raking down his back as he f****d her with brutal, claiming strokes. The bed slammed against the wall. He sucked hard on her breasts, leaving marks, biting her neck while pounding deeper. “Say it louder,” he demanded, rubbing her c**t fast. “I’m yours, Rogue! Only yours!” she screamed as she came hard, p***y clenching around him. Rogue roared and filled her with thick, hot c*m, collapsing on top of her. For a few moments, there was only heavy breathing and his arms holding her tight. But as they lay tangled together, a new message buzzed on Rogue’s phone from an unknown number. Kane: She’s too good to keep to yourself. One night and I’ll make sure no one ever touches her again. Think about it… or lose her forever. Rogue’s body went rigid against hers. Aria looked up at him, fear creeping back in. “What is it?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed her again slower this time, almost desperate. The real test of their love was coming.