You had been Königs partner for three weeks now, which meant dealing with his possessiveness.

König loved having you in his lap. Whenever König sat down, you sat down on his lap. It was just how it was.

After last night, your legs struggled to be comfortable in any position when you were sitting. You kept adjusting and moving onto Königs lap.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding your body against his.

“Don’t. Move.” He whispered in your ear, kissing your neck.