Page 34 of Taming the Demon

In the aftermath of sex, sweat, and cum, Darrow held Mara’s naked body against his. Her back clinging to his front. His right hand squeezing her right tit with commanding, protective force. His cock still throbbing from the way her beautiful cunt clenched and demanded his cum.

Mara’s body ached head to toe once more, but she felt blissful. So much so that in a shocking twist she didn’t even bother to get out of the bed for a glass of wine or some Xanax. Although she was pretty sure if she put her feet on the floor, her legs would twist and collapse into a pile of goo. Every muscle in her body felt like that thanks to the insane orgasms Darrow provided.

Having her clit stroked. Having her G-spot stroked. Coming that hard…

“You should have never let him ink you, babe,” Darrow growled. “I should have been the one to do it.”

“I know that,” Mara whispered. “There wasn’t a choice at the time. Plus, bikers are bikers, Darrow. No offense.”

“You think I’m like your husband?”

“I’m just saying that outlaws ultimately live by the same code,” Mara said. “I bet tomorrow you’ll order a shot of whiskey at the bar and then ask Maggie to dip her tit piercing into it. You take the shot and then suck the whiskey right off her nipples.”

“We can fix that for you, Mara,” Darrow said.

He pinched Mara’s right nipple, hard. She let out a yell of pain and elbowed at him. “Fuck off, Darrow. I’m not shoving a metal bar through my nipple. Ever. Bad enough my ass is throbbing from the tattoo. Again.”

Darrow gritted his teeth and swallowed hard. He felt words climbing up from his throat, told so by his mind. Words he didn’t want to—

“It’ll work out,” he said. “There are ways to make it work out. We just have to play this story for now, babe.”

“Well, at least we have what Cyrus wants. Maybe Linc will calm down too.”

“Right. No matter what, I’m not going to bail on you. I’m not going to ditch you. You’re mine now, Mara. Understand that. You’re fucking mine.”

Darrow moved his hands from her nipple down to her ass. He touched the painful, sensitive area where he had blacked out the rat’s initials. Mara sucked in a breath and jumped. Darrow inched his hand to her hip and pulled her tighter against him. He couldn’t sleep. Neither could Mara.

Both didn’t speak a word for the rest of the night.

Chapter Fourteen

Trailer Park Blowie

Fitz had survival skills. Plus, the weather wasn’t all that bad at night.

He broke into some shitty convenient store that didn’t even bother to have an alarm. The security camera that sat against the wall had the wires dangling from it. He took two hot dogs that looked like they’d been sitting there from the days when Johnny Cutter formed SOFRAW. He grabbed two bottles of water, two cans of some off-brand energy drink, and behind the counter he found a half empty bottle of vodka.

No reason to fuck with the cash register. Fitz had cash on him. Plenty of cash for now. He needed some kind of an escape plan. He needed protection. He needed…

As Fitz walked out of the shitty convenient store, he shut the door behind him, and suddenly thought about his wife. Fucking Mara. He wondered where she was right now.

She knew better than to run right to the club for any kind of help. They would kill her in a second. She knew nothing of Fitz and his personal dealings. In fact, that was part of the plan. Leave Mara hanging to hold the rope. He planned on doing what needed to be done, letting the club take whatever heatcame their way. He was going to slip away, plenty of cash and opportunity, and leave that bitch Mara behind.

Why did he ink her? Why did he marry her? It was just something to do. Someone to fuck. A cunt to come home to. Hell, most of the time he’d just mount her from behind and fuck her for a minute or two just to get it out of his system. Drain his balls. Let his cock have some fun at home every once in a while.

Or if he couldn’t get to sleep, all he had to do was pull at the bitch’s hair and force her under the covers and down between his legs. She’d suck his cock bone-dry and he’d sleep peacefully.

That was the one part though he missed. His wife knew how to suck a cock, that was for sure. Even some of the craziest deecees in the clubhouse couldn’t match Mara. And there were deecees who’d take it all down their throat, and even add the balls, which was an insane feat of oral amazement.

“Fuck,” Fitz said out loud as he realized his cock was starting to get a little stiff.

He ate the two hotdogs and threw them up a few minutes after. He switched to the energy drink, finishing one can, and then chugging vodka like water.

He put on a black hoodie with the hood up and wandered into a real shitty part of the town that touched Cielo. The northern tip of Brackwood was filled with junkies and whores.

Fitz waved around a fresh, crisp one hundred dollar bill and took two raggedly looking women behind an abandoned van on cinder blocks. He leaned against the van and watched the two whores fight for his cock. When he finished, he did so on their faces, just for fun. He dropped the hundred dollar bill on the ground, tucked his cock away and got the fuck out of there.

Five minutes later he felt himself getting itchy down there. Fitz told himself it was just all in his mind. And, hell, worst case, he could go see a doctor and get some antibiotics.

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