Chapter Four: Traitor's Bullet

Rogue’s hand tightened on the gun. His dark eyes stared at Aria like she had just stabbed him in the heart. “Explain,” he said, voice cold as ice. “Now.” Aria’s whole body shook. Tears filled her eyes as she sat on the bed, still naked under the sheet, c*m from their love-making still wet between her thighs. “That’s not true!” she cried. “Derek forced me to keep that phone. He threatened to kill my little sister if I didn’t reply sometimes. I never helped him! I ran away from him, Rogue. You saw me running!” Tank stepped forward, holding the phone. “The messages are clear, Prez. She was feeding him information.” Rogue looked torn. The man who had just said he was falling for her now looked ready to explode. Pain and anger mixed in his face. “Get out, Tank,” Rogue growled. Tank hesitated. “But Prez—” “I said get the f**k out!” The door slammed. Now it was just the two of them. Rogue dropped the gun on the table but didn’t let go of his anger. “You lied to me?” “I didn’t lie!” Aria stood up, letting the sheet fall. Her full curvy body was on full display — big breasts, soft belly, wide hips. She walked to him even though she was scared. “I was terrified. Derek is crazy. But from the moment you kissed me on the highway, I chose you. Only you.” Rogue grabbed her arm, pulling her close. His breath was hot on her face. “I killed for you tonight. I put my whole club in danger for you. And now this?” Tears rolled down Aria’s cheeks. “Then kill me if you think I’m a traitor. But look into my eyes first. I love how you make me feel safe. I love your touch. I’m falling for you too, Rogue. Please… believe me.” The room was silent for a long second. Rogue’s eyes softened just a little. He pulled her into a rough kiss. It was angry and loving at the same time. His tongue pushed into her mouth like he was claiming her soul again. “I want to believe you,” he whispered against her lips. “But if you betray me, queen… I’ll break you myself.” “I won’t,” she promised, kissing him back harder. The fear turned into fire. Rogue lifted her and threw her back on the bed. He climbed on top of her, his hard muscular body pressing her soft curves down. “I need to f**k the doubt out of both of us,” he growled. He kissed down her neck, sucking hard on her breasts, biting her n*****s until she moaned loudly. His hand went between her legs, finding her still wet and ready. “So f*****g wet for me even now,” he said, pushing two thick fingers inside her. He moved them fast, curling them to hit her sweet spot. “Ahh! Rogue!” Aria cried, hips lifting to meet his hand. The pleasure mixed with the emotional pain made everything more intense. He didn’t wait long. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his thick, hard c**k. One powerful thrust buried him deep inside her. They both moaned together. Rogue f****d her hard and deep, eyes locked on hers the whole time. “You feel this? This p***y is mine. Say it while I f**k you.” “It’s yours!” she gasped, nails digging into his back. “I’m yours, Rogue. Only yours.” He pounded faster, the bed shaking. His hand rubbed her c**t while he thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping filled the room. Sweat mixed with the smell of s*x. Aria came first, screaming his name as her walls squeezed him tight. Rogue followed right after, groaning loudly as he filled her with hot c*m again. He collapsed beside her and pulled her into his arms. For a moment, everything felt okay. “I believe you,” he whispered, kissing her forehead softly. “But I still have to prove it to the club. You’ll stay by my side when the Reapers come.” Aria nodded, heart full of love and fear. She had never felt this close to anyone. A loud siren suddenly went off outside. “They’re here early!” someone shouted from the hall. Rogue jumped up and started dressing fast. He handed Aria clothes. “Stay close to me. I’ll protect you.” They ran out to the front of the compound. Dozens of motorcycles were coming down the road like a black wave. The Devil’s Reapers had arrived. Rogue stood tall in front, gun ready, Aria right behind him. The leader of the Reapers, a big scarred man named Viper, stopped his bike and smiled coldly. “Well, well. So this is the famous curvy queen causing all this trouble.” Viper looked at Aria with hungry eyes. “Hand her over, Rogue. Or we’ll take her after we kill every last one of you.” Rogue stepped forward. “She’s not going anywhere. Leave now or die.” Viper laughed. Then he raised his hand. But instead of attacking, he pointed behind Rogue. “Nice try, brother.” Rogue turned. Tank his own vice president had a gun pointed at Aria’s head. “Sorry Prez,” Tank said with a dark smile. “The Reapers pay better. And they promised me her sweet curvy body after they’re done with her.” Aria’s eyes widened in horror. Rogue roared in rage. Gunshots exploded everywhere.