Page 20 of Law Maker

The dickbag smiled like he loved him or something.

That shit made Lawless angry and his blood screamed under his taut skin.

Fury and sex went hand in and hand, and right there on the living room floor he fucked ten rounds of hell into Benz.

There wasn’t an ounce of affection in each rough touch. There was no love shared with every orgasm he spilled.

It was a fuck of fury for giving him no other choice but to severe what they were. Benz knew this because he gave as good as he got.

Dominance reigned like hell was spewing its guts up to earth and the monsters were free.

They were torn and bloody when it was over.

Deplete of body fluids, Lawless felt empty as he looked at the sack of meat at the side of him with his eyes closed on the unmade bed. The cock was loose on his thigh as Benz slept like a man who’d been fucked furiously and put away dead.

Lawless looked at him a minute longer. This man who’d taught him things—showed him the world with arms wide open for the taking. And stood by like a proud father as Lawless sucked the pleasures from the world like he was at a tit.

In a way, he meant more to him that his own bitch of a mother did and any uncles that came through the years. Yet even in that he still meant nothing to Lawless. Benz read him right that he couldn’t feel a thing.

Not for what he craved from Lawless, as all needy animals craved from another person.

His head was not right in these things and he was good with that, who the fuck had time and energy to give to someone else.

It was nauseatingly normal.

He dragged his weary body off the bed and hooked up his jeans, followed by the t-shirt and boots.

He had a small bag packed and his stashed money with the personal effects he carried from place to place. It was very little and Lawless’ entire world.

“Don’t.” the croaked warning came from behind and he cut a glance to the bed.

Benz was awake, propped on an elbow. He switched on the lamp and brought light into the room.

Both men stared at each other.

Knowing the ugly truth.

Lawless turned to walk away.

“I said don’t.” Benz warned again, this time a little pleading in his tone.

Love was so insipid and it tasted wrong in his mouth.

He couldn’t love Lawless. This was his own fault, Benz did this to himself. He could cry into his own feelings later.

He’d ruined this, not Lawless. He had no one to blame but his own ludicrous neediness.

“Penn.”

“My name is Lawless.”

“I gave you the fucking name,” the growled response.

“And I paid for it tenfold.”

Benz knew it was the end of their road but as all humans in despair did, he clung to a thread that was no longer there.

Hope smelled like burned wood in Lawless’ nose.

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