Chapter Three: Traitor's Kiss

Rogue’s arms stayed tight around Aria like steel bands. His body was still warm from their wild s*x, but his mind had already switched to killer mode. “They want war?” he growled at the door. “Let the Devil’s Reapers come. I’ll send every last one of them to hell.” Aria’s heart raced. She pressed her soft, curvy body closer to his hard chest, feeling safe and terrified at the same time. “This is my fault. Derek dragged them into this.” Rogue tilted her chin up. His dark eyes burned with something raw. “Look at me, queen. None of this is your fault. You’re mine now. That means your enemies are my enemies.” He kissed her deep and slow this time — not just hunger, but real feeling. His tongue danced with hers gently, making her melt. When he pulled back, his voice was rough. “I’ve never kept a woman before. But you… you make me want to burn the world to keep you safe.” Tears filled Aria’s eyes. No man had ever spoken to her like this. Derek only hurt her. Rogue made her feel wanted. Cherished. Even in the middle of blood and bullets. A loud knock hit the door again. “Prez! Church meeting now! The Reapers are two hours out.” Rogue cursed under his breath. He helped Aria dress quickly, then pulled her into the main hall where his men waited. The room was tense. Some were patching wounds from the earlier fight. Guns and knives covered the big table. Rogue sat at the head and pulled Aria onto his lap in front of everyone. His big hand rested possessively on her thick thigh. “Talk,” he ordered. His vice president, Tank, spoke first. “Devil’s Reapers are coming heavy. Fifty men at least. They say you killed one of their allies and stole his woman. They want Aria as payment… or they’ll wipe us out.” The room exploded with angry voices. “f**k them!” “We fight!” Aria’s body shook. She whispered to Rogue, “Maybe I should leave. I don’t want your club to die for me.” Rogue’s hand squeezed her hip hard. “Never say that s**t again.” He looked at his men. “She stays. She’s my queen. We ride out and meet them on the road. No one touches her.” The men cheered. But Aria saw doubt in some eyes. After the meeting, Rogue took her back to his room fast. The door barely closed before he was on her again. “I need to feel you,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “Need to remind myself you’re alive and mine.” He lifted her like she weighed nothing and pressed her against the wall. His mouth claimed hers in a hot, desperate kiss. Hands roamed her full curves, squeezing her big breasts, pinching her n*****s until she moaned loudly. “Rogue…” she gasped. He dropped to his knees, pushed her legs apart, and buried his face in her wet p***y. His tongue licked her c**t in fast circles while two thick fingers pushed deep inside her. “Oh God! Yes!” Aria cried, fingers pulling his hair. The pleasure was so intense after all the fear. Her thick thighs shook around his head. He ate her like a starving man, sucking and licking until she came hard, screaming his name, juices running down his chin. Rogue stood up, c**k rock hard and leaking. He spun her around, bent her over the bed, and slammed into her from behind in one powerful thrust. “f**k, you’re so tight and wet for me,” he groaned, pounding deep. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. He reached around to rub her c**t while f*****g her harder. “This p***y was made for me. Say it.” “It’s yours! Only yours!” Aria moaned, pushing back against him. Every thrust hit that sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Rogue slapped her ass, then leaned over her back, biting her shoulder. “I’m falling for you, queen. Don’t you dare leave me.” His words + his thick c**k stretching her sent her over the edge again. She came so hard her legs almost gave out. Rogue followed right after, roaring as he filled her deep with hot c*m. They fell onto the bed together, breathing heavy, bodies tangled. Rogue held her close, stroking her hair. For the first time in years, Aria felt real hope. Maybe she had finally found her home. Then the door flew open without warning. Tank stood there, face pale. “Prez… we have a traitor.” Rogue sat up fast, gun in hand. “Who?” Tank looked straight at Aria, then at Rogue. “It’s her. We just found proof. Aria was working with Derek the whole time. She was sent here to destroy the club from inside.” Rogue froze. Aria’s eyes widened in pure shock. “What?! No! That’s a lie!” But Tank held up her old phone the one she thought she lost. Messages were open. Messages from Derek. “Bring the biker president down. I’ll reward you good, baby.” Rogue’s face turned deadly cold. His hand tightened on the gun as he looked at the woman he just said he was falling for. “Aria… is this true?”