Dakota smokes a cigar while listening to his gang member talk. He nods in agreement at his proposition. Dakota’s arm is wrapped around my lower back while I sit there with my legs crossed; texting

Dakota decided to take his mafia gang out and me to the club he owns. Things have been going great lately, but also very intense, so he wanted to get some release by having a night out

Dakota’s hand slightly rubs my side while he holds me protectively against him. So possessive as always