The ride to Coney Island took over an hour. I entertained myself with my warm flask of whiskey and Kenzo’s lustful company.
He couldn’t keep his hands off of me.
It was quite sexy the way he obsesses over me. I mean he was like a literal mafia god, but he was obsessed with little o’l me.
I don’t know whether to get on my knees and thank the heavens, or run far away from this obsessive relationship we have.
We never really talked about being exclusive, it just kind of happened on it’s own.
I guess it was implied, considering both of us were very territorial over the things we wanted—or had for that matter.
I was possessive over him.
And he was possessive over me.
It was just law.
“You look so good enough to eat.” Kenzo whispered as he nipped at my ear.
His hand trailed o
