Page 23 of Taming the Demon

Wanting to be a bitch in some way. The second Darrow touched the front of her jeans, heat swelled in her body. She instantly regretted allowing him to touch her. Her inner thighs warmed up. She felt herself…wet. Her face began to burn red-hot, wondering if the scent of her desire would be known by the rest of the outlaws.

Of course it will,Mara thought to herself.These guys can smell a woman’s pussy from ten miles away. In fact, if you want to wake Priest up from his coma, just have some of the deecees wiggle their wet pussies over his nose. His eyes will pop right open!

Mara felt her pants being pulled down to her knees. Her panties were next. She looked forward at a set of crooked, rusty wrenches that hung from old nails on a board attached to the garage wall. She took deep breaths. This was going to hurt.

Darrow reached for the tattoo gun with his left hand as he touched the curve of Mara’s ass with his right. His fingertips eased into her panties and pulled them, giving her something that resembled half of a wedgie. For Mara, she actually sighed with relief that her panties weren’t going to be ripped off her body in front of the outlaws. She really didn’t want them staring at her. Or seeing her wet pussy.Or smelling her wet pussy, thanks to Darrow’s rough touch.

As Darrow kept touching Mara’s ass, his cock kept getting thicker, pulsing against the inside of his jeans. Definitely visible. And he didn’t give a single fuck. Mara was sexy. It was that simple. She was beautiful, sexy, and she understood the outlaw life. Darrow still couldn’t get over the fact that her ability tolie turned him on. For all he knew, maybe Mara and Fitz were working together…

“You can eat her ass after you cover the ink, brother,” Slade said.

Darrow realized he just stood there, staring. Lost in thought. He came back to reality and pushed his hand against Mara’s back, making her bend over some more.

“Don’t flinch,” he ordered. “Bite your lip or something. I’m not stopping untilhisinitials are covered the fuck up. For good. Forever. Never to be fucking seen again.”

Mara turned her head and nodded. “I fucking hate his guts. I swear on it. I never wanted him. I never loved him.” She looked at Cyrus. “If I had the chance I would have killed him myself. I swear on it, Cyrus. I fucking swear.”

Cyrus didn’t move an inch. Nobody said a word.

The tattoo gun sounded its familiar buzz and Mara readied herself for the burning pain about to happen on sensitive skin way too close to her forbidden hole.

Darrow clenched his teeth so tight and so hard he told himself he was going to shatter them. He couldn’t help himself. Watching the black ink overtake Fitz’s initials.

FU

Watching droplets of Mara’s blood appear and pool with the black ink, disappearing. Not to mention the sight of… The way her panties hugged perfectly tight between her ass cheeks. Darrow pressed at Mara’s ass cheek harder than he really needed, only because he wanted to see her hole. He saw a portion of its forbidden hue.

The way her panties went down and under her body, touching her sweet cunt. Darrow could smell her. Honey…outlaw honey…

Mara’s skin had broken out in goosebumps ten times already. Her hips shivered and her body jerked a little here and there. That only forced Darrow to grip her body tighter to hold her in place.

The worst part of it all right now was that Mara could not self soothe. No booze. No pills. She had to keep up the lie of her fake pregnancy that she blurted out.

Darrow pressed the tattoo gun with force. He had to. Mara whimpered. She clawed at the sides of the chair. Her ass stuck out at Darrow. In a matter of minutes, Fitz’s initials were gone. That was step one of things for Mara. The next step?

How the fuck to figure out the fake pregnancy situation she started.

Chapter Ten

Attitude to Show Gratitude

“We’ll give you a minute to clean up,” Cyrus said. “Get back to the clubhouse so we can figure out what happens next.”

Cyrus’s tone, ominous. Everyone except Darrow and Mara exited the garage.

Mara remained in the same position, holding the edges of the chair tight. The sting of the tattoo rippling through her body. Sensitive skin burning red hot. She’d fought back tears too many times to count during the brief tattooing experience. When she felt Darrow’s hands touch her hips, she swung her right hand back, slapping at him.

“Get the fuck away from me,” she panted.

“You’re mad at me, babe?” Darrow asked. “You’re the one who showed up to my place. You’re the one who blurted out some bullshit story about being pregnant. You might as well have just dug my fucking grave next to yours.”

Mara turned and swung at Darrow. She didn’t believe in wimpy,girliemoves like slapping someone across the face.Fuck that.If Mara was going to hit someone, it was going to be a proper punch. Closed fist. Flexed knuckles.

Only problem here was that Mara’s jeans were down to her knees. Meaning as she threw her punch, she attempted to take a step, only to stumble and fall right toward Darrow. Her punch landed awkwardly at the right side of his chest. Darrow had no other choice but to grab Mara and keep her from falling flat on her face. On the cold, dirty concrete, that would have hurt worse than the tattoo.

As he caught her and pulled her close to him, Darrow slid his right hand into her hair, tightening his grip, pulling.

“You fucking love it, you liar,” he growled. “You lie too fucking easily, you know that?”

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