Page 47 of Taming the Demon

Knife Guyscreamed, vomited. Drix left him there and walked back toward Darrow.

“Man, you’re a sick and crazy fuck,” Darrow said.

Drix moved his mouth for a second…

… and then he collapsed into Darrow’s arms.

Mara threw up. Then she brushed her teeth. She had no idea if throwing up was because of the pregnancy or what had just transpired. Or the sudden and intense shock of the pregnancy itself.

Things made a little more sense in her head. The sudden non-desire for alcohol and pills. The constant weird feeling in her stomach too. It was all just…

She took a deep breath. Her body was fertile and Darrow really had some strong swimmers. Mara never had to worry about getting pregnant. Sex had become second nature in a way. Just go for it. Try to enjoy it…

Darrow ruined all of that though, in a good way. Darrow made her come. Made her scream. Darrow went deep, hard, fast, and made her feel things she never thought she would feel.

And Darrow got her pregnant too.

Mara opened the bathroom door and saw Darrow standing there, blood all over his T-shirt. Some dried to his skin. This time it wasn’t his blood. Not like the fight with Linc. The blood this time came from the prospect.

“Is he…”

“He’s okay,” Darrow said. “It bled like crazy but just needed a few stitches. That kid got lucky. Really lucky.”

“That was my… my fault…” Mara’s chin quivered. “I could have gotten him killed. I could have gotten you killed. If he died… that would’ve been my fault…”

Darrow touched Mara’s face. “Yeah. That’s exactly right, babe. Because you didn’t fucking listen.”

Not the answer Mara expected but she knew it was the one she deserved. Even still, she felt like someone had taken her breath. Her eyes filled with tears as she watched Darrow walk away. Her chin quivered and now all she wanted was a glass of wine and two Xanax. She touched her stomach, knowing she would never do anything to harm the life inside her.

“I panicked,” she said from across the apartment. “The fucking violence, Darrow. It never ends. I should know that by now. I should be used to it by now. But it just never ends. You were protecting me. So was that prospect.”

“Drix,” Darrow said without looking back. “His name is Drix. No more calling him a prospect. He took a big knife to the neck tonight for me and because of you.”

“Stop it!” Mara yelled. “Stop saying it like that! I watched you shoot someone four times, Darrow. Four times! And then I almost saw you get stabbed! Of course I’m going to call out. I can’t lose you. I need you. I…”

Mara caught the rest of her words and her breath in her throat. She gasped. A few tears jumped from her eyes. This was the outlaw life though. Life beyond society and laws. Sometimes it felt like living on another planet. Mara had lived in this life for far too long. Yet with Darrow it was different. The good kind of different. With Fitz there was nothing but darkness. Playing her useless role. The only time shemaybefelt alive was when Fitz fucked her, but even then… it felt forced. Almost mechanical.

Mara walked toward Darrow. She took deep, shaky breaths. Once close enough she touched his back. Tracing the carefully stitched lines that made up theSOFRAWname.

“I need you, Darrow,” she confessed. “I’ve needed you for so long. I’m carrying your baby. Losing you… to some scum fucks…”

“What the hell do you know about who was following us?” Darrow growled.

“I saw the tattoo on the guy’s neck.SS13. I don’t know much, but I know it’s some crew. Club. Gang. Whatever you want to call it. They’re the drug ones.”

Darrow slowly turned. Mara reached her hands up into Darrow’s leather cut, wanting to take it off. He allowed her to do so. She would not touch the bloody shirt though. Even if the blood was dry. That was someone else’s blood. That was just…too much.

Mara stared into Darrow’s eyes. Her hands found themselves finding solace at the more-than-obvious bulge in his jeans. Opening the button. Unzipping his jeans. Her fingertips greeted with Darrow’s pubic hair.He didn’t wear boxers or briefs. It was just jeans… and then cock…

Her inner thighs shivered with need. Her hands pulled at the front of Darrow’s open jeans, inching them down. Her right hand touched hard skin. His cock felt packed with steel, her fingertips unable to grip him and touch. She added her other hand.And there was still cock to spare…

With a hard tug, Mara pulled at Darrow. She gritted her teeth and groaned. She began to stroke him, repeating the same motion over and over. After a few silent seconds of pulling at his cock, Mara felt her knees start to bend. An instinctive command took control over her. She knew what her outlaw needed. Plus, she had to repent. Her stupid decision to not listen to Darrow almost cost Darrow and Drix their lives.

She kept seeing it in her mind… the biggest knife she ever saw, slicing against the side of the Drix’s neck. It was obvious what happened after that was pure adrenaline from Drix.

He collapsed into Darrow’s arms…

Mara was on her knees in front of Darrow’s throbbing cock. Her tongue inched forward and she lovingly traced along one of his full veins. Along the underside of his shaft, up to the full head of his cock.

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