Henry's POV
With the exhilaration still streaming through my veins, I experienced a high that I wouldn't be able to replicate with drugs.
"I want it now." I said, as Kenny leaned back, his enchanting red eyes finding me and pinning me into immobility.
"Hm?" He asked, his gaze losing its coldness.
The storm of paranoia seemed to have passed, but I would never let go of the chance it had brought me.
I licked my lips, feeling my heart tremble from the words he had spoken, which were still echoing inside my head.
"The leash. I want it already—now."
Kenny paused before chuckling. He leaned down and grazed his lips against mine.
"Then I will see to it."
Like a true master, like a higher being, a god, a deity, he spoke as if his words were the law, and damn, the law was in my favor.
