Page 13 of Taming the Demon

“Oh, fuck,” she purred, her breath touching Darrow’s neck.

Darrow stared up at the ceiling once more, gritting his teeth harder than ever. He felt Mara’s hand touch his thickness. Her fingers attempting to wrap around a girth that would never allow her fingertips to even think about touching. One tug from Mara’s hand and Darrow’s balls tightened, cock throbbed, and he felt pre-cum seeping like morning dew on grass.

Darrow grabbed Mara’s hand and pulled her touch away. With his right hand he tightened a hold at her hair and pulled. Hard. Lifting Mara’s head, forcing her to look at him.

Her mouth was slightly parted, her eye filled with desire. Emotion taking full control of her body and her needs. They both knew this…

It wasn’t even the idea of the marriage. Marriage was a societal thing. Outlaws weren’t part of society. They had their own laws. Their own codes. Darrow wanted to ask Mara where her ink was from Fitz. Instead, he pulled her mouth to his. Their tongues collided with force. Built up tension for a long time finally set free.

Darrow slid his hands down and pulled up the T-shirt, making sure he had access to everything he wanted right now. Grasping her hips next, pulling her completely on top of him,feeling the intense warmth of her cunt as she hovered, ready for him.

The moment he touched between her legs with his fullness, Mara threw her head back, breaking the kiss, crying out. She mentally flipped through dates, weeks, on a fake calendar, wondering when the last time she was fucked. The last time she felt actually enjoyment. The last time she wasn’t just used as a place to release a load of cum into.

Darrow’s mouth latched her neck like a horny, hungry vampire. His hands moved to her ass.

God, she’s always had such a great ass in jeans,Darrow thought.

Lusting over an inked up woman… now fucking her… Darrow growled with an angry roar as he pulled Mara down. He thrust up at the same time, pounding his cock deep into her cunt. Mara screamed and instantly began to smile.

Darrow sucked in a breath and felt himself ready to lose his mind. He moved his hands up Mara’s T-shirt, demanding it off her body. He wanted the rest. He needed the rest.

Hands cupped under her tits for a moment, then pressed them together with force. His mouth engulfing both nipples at the same time, taking all that his mouth could feed upon. Fingers digging hard into her tits, leaving her groaning in pain, but not stopping him.

He fucked with force, lifting his body. Mara matched him with her powerful, womanly hips, slamming down. This was a huge mistake. This was wrong. Mara was as good as dead as far as the club cared. Now Darrow had just joined the same fate.

But holy fucking hell did Mara’s hot, tight cunt feel like heaven.

Chapter Six

Butt Cheek Secret

Mara stood facing Darrow’s bed and reached for her bra. Her back was toward the open door and she felt Darrow’s presence. Her body was on fire. It felt like a literal fire. The last time she had sexlike that…?That good…? It was hard to really recall it.

There had been a time when being with Fitz wasn’t all that bad. Mara cringed and shut her eyes. Last thing she needed right now was to think about her husband while she had another man’s cum inside her.

“Listen, babe,” Darrow’s voice said.

Mara grabbed her bra off the bed and turned her head. She threw on one of those forced smiles she had perfected over the years.

“Don’t say it,” she said to Darrow. “I’m not stupid.”

“Yeah, well I have to say it for my own fucking head here. That can never happen again. You’re married.”

That made Mara laugh. “Married? Marriage? That’s your worry. I figured it was the ink that would get you more. Or the fact that you fucked a target of your club. I’m dead, Darrow. I might as well just put a fucking bullet in my own head. End things my way.”

“No,” Darrow bellowed.

One second he was in the doorway, the next second his hands touched Mara’s shoulder. Her body stiffened. Chills moved from the back of her neck down throughout her entire body.Her. Entire. Body.

She felt the way Darrow tightened his grip. His intense strength showing.

“That’s not what I meant for you to do or say,” he said.

“Darrow…”

“Where is it? Where did he…”

Mara’s eyes locked to Darrow’s. Heat tickled her cheeks.

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