Page 56 of Taming the Demon

That’s what she was now.

His.

Her beautiful tits, mounded, her nipples knotted. She looked down at him with a look of desperation on her face. Darrow brought his thumb up to her clit and began to massage. Making tight, hard circles.

“That’s it, babe,” Darrow growled. “Let go. I want to watch you finish. I want to watch your sweet cunt throb. I want to watch warm honey pour out of your body. Now, babe. Right… fucking… now…”

Darrow pressed harder and Mara jumped and gasped.

She grabbed the bedsheets and felt her body let go.

Darrow watched with his lip curled as her cunt squeezed and began to release. He dipped his mouth back down and took her once more. His tongue lapping up her wetness, tasting all of her orgasm. Once he had enough of her taste—for now—Darrow moved up to his knees and reached for his jeans. Mara reached too, grabbing at his hands.

“I want to,” she purred. “I want to feel you and stroke you and suck, then feel you fuck me, Darrow.”

Before Darrow could reply, a pounding sound began to echo through the apartment from the front door.

“Fuck,” Darrow said.

He quickly climbed off the bed and reached back for his gun.

“Don’t move, babe,” he said to Mara.

She scrambled off the bed to find some clothes to put on. Her heart leapt into her throat. Her only worry was the baby. The pounding on the door continued. Darrow ran through the apartment and ripped open the door, only to find a woman standing there. A woman who looked half dead, strung out, clothes all fucked up, and as though she had been crying for two days straight.

“Who the fuck are you?” Darrow growled.

“Is she here? Is Mara here?”

“How do you know Mara?”

Behind him, Darrow heard a loud gasp. He turned his head and saw Mara wearing nothing but an oversized hoodie.

“Macy,” Mara whispered. “Oh… God…”

“Who the hell is this?” Darrow asked.

“She’s my best friend,” Mara said.

Darrow looked at the woman again.

She then pointed to her face. “I normally don’t look like this. Don’t mind me.”

She blinked fast.

And then added,“Mara’s husband did this to me.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Honeysuckle’s Demise

Mara couldn’t believe her eyes. Her best friend—former best friend—stood just outside the now open apartment door. Her throat closed up for a moment as she had to remind herself to breathe.

“Come in here,” Darrow said, ushering Macy inside.

When Darrow went to put his gun away at the back of his waistband, Macy pointed and offered up a smirk.

“You might want to keep that thing handy…” she said.

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