Page 39 of Taming the Demon

She had no idea why she rejected the Xanax. Two or three would not have killed her. Not even close. She spun around and thought about Macy again. She missed her best friend. She needed her best friend. Instead of calling Macy, Mara sent a text message.

Hey.

Mara regretted the message as soon as she sent it. But it was too late. She could either down the entire bottle of Xanax and be done with Fitz, Darrow,SOFRAW, and all the lies…

… or she could wait and see if her best friend would actually text her back.

There was no bloody handshakes or bloody hugs. No shots of whiskey. No blow jobs fromdeecees. Not even a lap dance from Maggie. Linc went into the clubhouse to find Nova. When she saw Linc’s face, she didn’t even flinch. The life had settled in on her so much. She didn’t speak a word as she walked to the bathroom to get a wet towel and stood in front of Linc as he sat on the corner of his bed.

Linc touched Nova’s hips and eventually began to undress her. Kiss her. Pull her on top of him. Grab her ass and keep pulling her, right up until her cunt hovered over Linc’s mouth. Her sweet honey was his medicine. His addiction. One stroke of his tongue sent Nova headfirst into a world of pure blissful outlaw heaven…

All the while Darrow throttled his motorcycle at a red light waiting for it to turn green. He wasn’t ashamed to admit how fucking much his face hurt. Linc was a tough guy. A brutal outlaw. That’s why he wore theVPpatch, and rightfully so. Bottom line was that tensions were out of control within the club. Nobody would openly admit it but everyone looked at one another, wondering who else was a rat.

When Darrow arrived home, he shut the door, locked it, and went into the kitchen to pour himself a tall glass of whiskey. He naturally skipped the glass and just drank from the bottle. The day warranted it.The goddamn life warranted it.

“Darrow? You could let me know that you’re…”

Darrow turned to find Mara standing with a lamp in her hand, ready to use it as a weapon.

Yeah, babe, I could have told you I was on my way home, but I didn’t, Darrow thought.

Mara’s jaw dropped when she saw Darrow’s face. She dropped the lamp too.

“Darrow,” she said. “Holy fuck. What happened…”

As she approached, Darrow stuck his hand out and shook his head.

“Don’t do that, babe,” he said. “Don’t show your real feelings for your husband. Not right now.”

“What?”

“I see it in your eyes. You think this is from Fitz, huh? You know if I get my hands on him I’m going to kill him.”

“You know what, Darrow? Fuck you. You show up, beaten and bloody and I’m asking a question. Making sure you’re okay. Seeing if I can do anything. You think I give a fuck about Fitz? I hope when you guys find him, you cut his fucking head off. Chop him up. Feed him to animals or something. I don’t give a fuck. I was worried about you, Darrow. Concerned about you. You know what? I hope you lost whatever fight you were in.”

Mara turned and Darrow grabbed her by the hair and pulled. She let out a yell but stumbled back—unable to fight against Darrow’s intense strength—colliding with Darrow’s body. His other hand reached around and touched her throat.

“Don’t ever fucking question who I fight and when, babe. Everything happening right now is because of you. If you really need to know that badly, Mara, Linc and I had to settle some stuff. That’s all.”

Mara’s heart slammed in her chest. She knew this was all her fault. She knew Linc saw right through her and she knew that Darrow put himself on the line to protect her. Basically going against the club.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just saw your face and…”

“Nothing is going to kill me, Mara,” Darrow growled. “I’m going to protect you.”

Darrow then spun Mara around and grabbed the back of her neck. He slammed his mouth down on hers, kissing her with the kind of aggression only an outlaw could provide. When Darrow pulled away, there was blood on Mara’s face. And mouth. His blood.

Darrow stroked his thumb across Mara’s bottom lip, wiping away the blood, but Mara quickly moved for his thumb, sucking the blood off it. Mara reached up for Darrow’s face, touching the throbbing cuts. Darrow’s hands dropped and slid into Mara’s pants. He cupped her ass and lifted her, and instead of walking across the entire apartment, he stopped at the dining room table.

Placing her down, his hands grabbed at her pants. And her panties. He tore them down her legs and off her body, thirsting for her. Hunger rolling in his soul. He pushed Mara back on the table and then placed his hands at her inner thighs, spreading her legs. Her cunt glistened. Wet and delicious.

Darrow didn’t know both he and Linc chose the same kind ofmedicinefor themselves. Darrow’s right hand moved up Mara’s leg, grazing her cunt for a second. He then moved his hand to her throat again, holding tighter this time. He dropped down and pressed his mouth against Mara’s cunt. Rubbing his nose against her pearled clit, growling in his throat as he did. Devouring her sweet scent. Coating his mouth with her honey.

His tongue darted forward. Inside her. Feeling her throbbing sheath. Darrow licked up and latched his mouth against her succulent cunt. Licking hard, suckling against her clit until she screamed his name. Darrow pulled away with a wet kiss sound and went for more. And more. And more.

Mara’s body shivered with need. She somehow managed to reach back and up with her right hand, twisting the clasp of her bra. Using the same hand she lifted her shirt up and over herhead, forcing Darrow’s hand off her throat for a second. She pulled at her bra and threw it to the floor.

Her right hand grabbed her right breast and she squeezed hard. Darrow’s grip on her throat tightened. She clawed at her own breast. And Darrow’s tongue took her to the edge of climax. Her hips jumped as she felt herself starting to come. That’s when Darrow pulled away and stood up, leaving her lower half bouncing, throbbing, her own cum pouring from her body.

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