Page 32 of Taming the Demon

“Why? Why, Darrow… why… me…?”

Darrow tightened his grip at the back of Mara’s neck and pulled her toward him.

“We’ve been eye fucking each other for how long now, babe? And now here we are. In the midst of this insanity. And if we want to keep this lie alive and well, then you’re going to need to let me put a baby in your womb.”

Mara gasped. “Darrow…”

“You started this lie, babe,” he whispered, lowering his mouth down closer to hers. “If I have to finish it, I will. And I’ll enjoy finishing. Like I did before. Coating your womb with my cum.”

“Fuck,” Mara whispered.

Darrow kissed Mara. Hard. With the sole purpose of making her panties wet.

Of course that happened instantly.

Chapter Thirteen

Yelp, Babe, Yelp

Darrow pressed his body against Mara’s, driving her back and against the counter. She reached back and groaned, letting her head fall back, feeling Darrow’s mouth and tongue teasing her neck as he kissed her over and over.

His hands already moved up her shirt, over her tits, for a moment, before going around to unclasp her bra. He then lifted his hands, along with Mara’s shirt, up and over her head. Her bra went with her shirt, leaving her full tits for Darrow’s usage.

Without skipping a second of their time together, Darrow dropped his mouth down to Mara’s chest. His tongue flirted, kissed,lickeddown to her left tit. He took her into his mouth, engulfing her and sucking at her soft, warm skin so easily.

Mara’s hands shook as she gripped the counter and cried out. Her mind raced, trying to figure out just how honest Darrow was being. Fucking her… getting her pregnant…?

“Darrow,” she purred. “Darrow… we need to talk…”

Darrow’s mouth clamped at her tit, making her scream. He pulled gently for a moment, allowing his teeth and lips to slide down to her knotted nipple. His mouth popped free and he pressed the tip of his nose against her nipple.

I’ve wanted this for so long,Darrow thought.She’s here. She’s in my arms. She’s under my control…

Darrow touched under Mara’s tits, cupping them.

“There’s nothing to fucking talk about, babe,” he growled. He kissed Mara. “Nothing. We both wanted this. You told a very big lie, babe. A lie that puts my life on the line as much as yours. Do you really want to fucking talk right now?”

“No,” Mara said.

She felt like she just confessed some deep, dark sin. She melted into Darrow’s touch. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. Darrow loved the way her bare tits pressed against his leather cut. The feel of her back. Such soft, inviting skin.

He damn near ran to the bedroom, where he tossed Mara to his bed, watching her tits bounce and dance for a second. He managed to keep himself from pouncing right away, giving himself a chance to open his jeans and push them down.

Mara jumped up right away, her hands grabbing at Darrow’s leather cut. It wasn’t the first leather cut she had stripped off a biker before, but it was a rare occasion to do this and want it. Her pussy was sopping wet, begging for even more attention from Darrow.

Darrow ripped his T-shirt up over his head. Then in one quick move he grabbed Mara by her curvy hips and spun her around.

“Strip,” he said. “I want to see the mark I left on you. Getting rid of your fucking past and all.”

Mara felt her body shiver with red-hot heat. So much going on she hadn’t had the chance to comprehend how much her right ass cheek hurt thanks to the blacked-out tattoo from Darrow. Darrow stepped back and stepped out of his jeans and watched as Mara dropped her pants and panties. His eyes went to her right ass cheek. Her skin blackened with dried blood.

“Bend over,” Darrow said.

Mara listened. She reminded herself this was just like earlier. When Darrow wanted to see her husband’s initials inked on her. Her body ached and she blushed all over again. She looked back just in time to see Darrow reaching for her ass.

“Fuck, babe, we have to get this cleaned up,” Darrow said.

“Right now?” Mara cried out, breathless.

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