Page 34 of Law Maker

He didn’t do worry.

He was no fucking humanitarian.

Snake went through the gambit of panic and it was a snap decision to grab him by the throat. The flavor of what Snake needed, crystal fucking clear.

He pushed his head back and made his skull crack on the wall.

Snake let go of a grunt and the air evaporated from his chest.

The pleasure was obvious to see.

Ah, Lawless thought to himself.

“Stop,” he issued. “And take a fucking breath.” He did. “And another.” He listened again.

Snake’s mental breakdown losing its steam.

Their eyes locked.

“I’m gonna give you what you need, but first you’re gonna tell me what the fuck you are, Snake.”

“I don’t…”

“Yes, you fucking do.”

To prove a point he didn’t even know he was about to make, he pressed their two hard bodies together and felt the steel on his own cock.

It was Snake who grunted and Lawless tightened the hand around his thick neck.

“You won’t fucking die if you say it.”

A sharp jab attacked Lawless’ head.

One he rarely received and it wasdoubt.

The guy needed help.Clearly.

Using sex was 101 for being fucked up. Being hyper-sexual could get a guy in a lot of fucking trouble, mentally wise.

Lawless knew that more than most, he’d fucked his way through Chicago.

But he was a headcase who got off on weird and wonderful things.

Snake was a stand-up guy who went to parent teacher conferences. Probably bake sales, who fucking knew.

“I’m bi-sexual.” Snake rasped like he was confessing to murder.

Oh, wait. He did that too.

What a fucking night for the guy.

“And now you want a fuck from me.”

“Yes.”

“I won’t be catching feelings. Don’t even try.”

“I want a fuck, not a boyfriend, you ass.”

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