Page 63 of Taming the Demon

Walking out of the bathroom, she found Darrow sitting on the edge of the bed, putting his large biker boots on. Ready to fight another day in the outlaw world’s lawlessness.

He looked back at her and smiled. His eyes were sleepy and smoldering. Filled with sex. Filled with violence and danger. It made Mara wet. Darrow stood up, reached for his leather cut and put it on.

Mara wore nothing but a T-shirt. She had to get changed to emerge from the bedroom. Playfully, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted it. Up her body, her fingers grazing her stomach. She had the sudden image of herself nine months pregnant with a large, round belly.

Her shirt went up and over her head and she dropped it to the floor. Now standing there naked, hands at her sides.

“Fuck, babe,” Darrow said.

He climbed up onto the bed, stomped across and jumped to the floor. That made Mara smile. He moved at her even faster, his body colliding with hers, making her cry out. He picked herup by digging his fingers into her ass. Walking her to the nearest wall, he gently pinned her there.

His fingertips were flirty yet vicious, touching very closely to a certain forbidden spot. Mara shivered.

“I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you, Mara,” Darrow said. “I don’t think you realize how long I’ve wanted this. How many times I came thinking about you.”

“Oh yeah?” Mara purred. “You fucked other women and thought of me?”

“Every single time, babe.”

Darrow brushed his lips to hers. He then lifted her some more, sliding her back up against the wall, up until her tits were mouth-level.

“Hold your tits for me, babe,” Darrow demanded.

Mara’s toes curled and she smiled as she cupped her breasts and pressed them together for her outlaw to enjoy.

Darrow stroked his tongue nipple to nipple, but only once before someone knocked at the door.

“Fuck,” Darrow growled.

“Fuck,” Mara whispered.

“Brother, we have a problem out here,” Slade’s voice said through the door.

Darrow turned his head. “What?”

“That woman from last night… she’s awake… she’s leaving…”

Mara gasped. Darrow dropped her down to her feet and stepped back.

“You better get dressed, babe,” he said. “You walk out there naked looking as beautiful as you do right now and I’m going to kill everyone who looks at you.”

“Not the time to joke, Darrow,” Mara said.

Darrow stepped toward his pregnant woman again.

“I’m not fucking joking, babe…”

“If you don’t fucking move out of the way, I will gouge your fucking eyes out and then stick your eyeballs up your ass,” Macy said to Virus and Dolph as they guarded the clubhouse door.

“She’s not lying,” Mara called out. “I've seen her do some really nasty stuff to men. And not for money or pleasure either.”

“Oh, it’ll be my pleasure to hurt these stupid fucks,” Macy said. “No reason for me to be here anymore. Now move!”

Macy’s voice sounded terrified. Mara turned and looked at Darrow.

“Please,” she whispered. “We have to let her leave. She’s going to freak out.”

“She already is freaking the fuck out,” Darrow growled. “Virus. Dolph. Let her leave.”

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