Descried Desire • Kenma K.

Chapter 39

Warning: NSFW

Third Person POV

"Did Kenma already told you about his father?" Ms. Lorelai said that made you widened your eyes.

"Mother."

You turned your head as you saw Kenma who came back from the kitchen.

Your heart skipped a beat at his mother's word and at Kenma, you looked at Ms. Lorelai and she did an I'm-sorry face at you while she continued to eat.

Kenma sat at the chair and looked at both of your puzzled and nervous faces.

"Something wrong?"

"N-no son, I was just too nosey about Y/n." She stated as the three of you proceeded to eat, despite your confusion and puzzlement, you told yourself not to fret and overthink since you trusted Kenma and knew he wouldn't keep secrets from you.

Unless... it would hurt you?

"Did you enjoy it?"

Kenma inquired as he drove out of his mother's garage, which resembled a vast garden with a huge fountain in front of the mansion.

"Mhm, I like your mom, she's very energetic." You said.

"Yeah, I get comments a lot that we're the complete opposite." He said while he was holding the steering wheel with one hand, his elbows placed on the window.

"I'm one of those, but don't worry, I like your quietness." You whistled as you crossed your arms and stared out of the window.

"Oh? What quietness exactly?" He answered as he moved the gear shift, looking back as he placed his hand on your car headrest; she could feel his hot breath on her neck as she stared out the window.

She had no idea what he's doing.

"D-do I need to spell it out for you?" You stuttered, your brows furrowed as you could feel him chuckle under his breath.

"I want you to be straightforward though." He muttered as he turned the wheel with one hand and tilted his head as his gaze was on the road, intensely.

"That's not what I mean, stop expecting shit." You bantered, and you could tell he was teasing you by the way he spoke and drove. You looked at him, and he had a smirk on his face, and he was tapping the steering wheel with his slender fingers, while his elbow rested on the window.

"I would love to know." He answered, suddenly, you were met with traffic, you don't know whether this is perfect timing or just your bad luck.

Either way, you know you'll enjoy it later.

"How about the great chairman decipher me, hm?" You replied with a chuckle, it's now your chance to tease him, and he knows what you're up to, the tension in the car increased, almost to the point of building up.

You turned your head outside the window once again, you thought that he was done, but you were more than wrong.

"What? I tho—" You said, but you were cut as you felt a hand on your thigh.

You widened your eyes as you felt a cold touch on your skin; you almost jolted if it weren't for his tight grip; you looked at your thigh and saw a large veiny hand dominating your skin; you looked at him and only saw his calm face as if nothing is happening.