Claimed by the Ruthless Biker: His Curvy MC Queen

Aria's hands shook on the steering wheel as her beat-up Honda tore down the empty desert highway. The sun was bleeding orange across the sky, but all she could see was her ex-boyfriend Derek’s face when he screamed he’d kill her if she ever left again. She had the bruises to prove he meant it. She glanced in the rearview mirror for the hundredth time. No headlights. Not yet. A thunderous roar suddenly split the air behind her. Motorcycles. At least six of them. Black chrome beasts eating up the road like predators. One pulled alongside her window. The rider turned his head, and even through the tinted visor, she felt the weight of his stare. Aria’s heart slammed against her ribs. She gripped the wheel tighter and pressed the gas pedal harder. The biker didn’t speed up. He stayed right there, matching her speed, watching her like she already belonged to him. At the next gas station, she pulled in, hands trembling as she killed the engine. She needed to breathe. Just five minutes. The motorcycles rolled in behind her. The lead rider swung one long, powerful leg off his Harley and removed his helmet. Holy s**t. He was massive easily 6’4”, all hard muscle wrapped in black leather and ink. Short dark hair, thick stubble, a jaw that could cut glass, and eyes so dark they looked black. A president patch sat on his cut: Rogue Iron Vipers MC. He walked straight toward her like he owned the desert. “You running from something, little queen?” His voice was gravel and smoke. Aria backed up until her back hit the car. “I’m fine. Just passing through.” Rogue’s gaze dragged slowly down her body over her full breasts straining against her tank top, the soft curve of her waist, the wide hips in tight jeans. He didn’t hide his hunger. “You’re not fine,” he said, stepping closer. The scent of leather, motor oil, and pure male hit her. “You’re scared. And you’re f*****g beautiful.” Her breath caught. No one had ever looked at her like this like he wanted to devour her and protect her at the same time. “I don’t need help,” she whispered. Rogue’s big hand reached out and gently but firmly gripped her chin, tilting her face up. “Too late. I already decided you’re mine.” Before she could protest, he bent down and crushed his mouth to hers. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was raw, demanding, possessive. His tongue pushed past her lips, claiming her mouth like he was staking territory. Aria moaned despite herself, her hands fisting his leather cut. Heat exploded between her thighs. He pulled back just enough to growl against her lips, “Get on my bike. Now.” “I can’t” “You can, and you will.” His hand slid down to squeeze her ass possessively. “Because if you stay in that car, your past is going to catch you. On my bike, nothing touches you but me.” Aria’s mind screamed danger, but her body was already betraying her. Her n*****s were hard. Her p***y was wet. This stranger made her feel more alive in thirty seconds than Derek had in two years. She climbed on behind him. The moment her arms wrapped around his hard abs and her thighs pressed against his, the Harley roared to life. The powerful vibration between her legs made her bite back a moan. They flew down the highway, wind whipping her long dark hair. Rogue’s hand kept sliding back to grip her thigh, high and possessive. By the time they reached the Iron Vipers clubhouse a fortified compound lit with neon and guarded by armed bikers Aria was throbbing with need and fear. Rogue killed the engine and pulled her off the bike like she weighed nothing. He threw her over his shoulder in one smooth motion. “Rogue! What the hell” she gasped, face burning as the other bikers whistled and laughed. “She’s mine!” he roared to the club. “Any fucker looks at her wrong, I’ll put a bullet in his skull.” Inside his private room, he kicked the door shut and dropped her on the big bed. His eyes were feral. “Strip,” he ordered. Aria’s hands moved before her brain could catch up. She peeled off her tank top, revealing her full, heavy breasts. Rogue’s stare darkened with raw lust. “f**k, look at those curves,” he groaned, shedding his cut and shirt. His torso was a masterpiece of muscle and tattoos. He crawled over her, mouth latching onto one n****e, sucking hard. Aria cried out, arching into him. “Rogue… this is crazy” “Crazy is you thinking you could run from me after that kiss.” His hand shoved between her thighs, fingers finding her soaked panties. He ripped them off and pushed two thick fingers deep inside her without warning. “Oh God!” she screamed, hips bucking. He finger-f****d her roughly, curling to hit that perfect spot while his mouth moved to her other breast, biting and sucking. “This p***y is mine now. Say it.” “It’s yours,” she moaned, lost in the pleasure. Rogue stood up, unzipped his jeans, and freed his massive c**k thick, veiny, and dripping. Nine inches of pure intimidation. “On your knees, queen.” Aria dropped instantly, taking him into her mouth. He was too big, but she tried, gagging as he hit the back of her throat. Rogue groaned, fisting her hair and f*****g her face with controlled thrusts. “Good girl. Such a perfect f*****g mouth.” He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto all fours, and slammed into her p***y in one brutal thrust. Aria screamed in shock and ecstasy. He was stretching her so wide it burned, but the pleasure was insane. Rogue pounded into her like a man possessed, one hand slapping her ass, the other pulling her hair. “You feel that?” he growled. “This is me claiming you. Every inch. Every moan. You’re never leaving me.” “Rogue… I’m going to” “Come,” he commanded, reaching around to rub her c**t. She shattered hard, p***y clenching around his c**k as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Rogue roared and buried himself deep, flooding her with hot c*m. They collapsed together, breathing hard. For a moment, everything felt perfect. Safe. His arms wrapped around her possessively, lips pressing soft kisses to her shoulder. Then the door burst open. A bleeding biker stumbled in. “Prez! We got a problem. Derek that crazy fucker you warned us about he’s at the gate with ten armed men. Says he’s here for his woman.” Rogue’s body went rigid. Aria’s blood turned to ice. Derek had found her already. Rogue stood up slowly, naked and terrifying, c*m still dripping down Aria’s thighs. He looked back at her, eyes burning with dark promise. “Stay here, queen.” Then he grabbed his gun.