Malcolm stared up at the breathtaking creature perched on his lap, his breath coming in short, furious gasps. His mind raced, trying to find a flaw in the Enigma's trap. "I thought you would never be a bottom, Dahmer," Malcolm rasped, his voice rough with rising arousal. "You made that exceptionally clear to me the first time you took control. You aren't the type to submit."
Dahmer's smile softened into something filled with an terrifyingly deep emotion. "Of course I don't like being a bottom, Malcolm. My biology abhors it. But for the love I have for you... for the sake of making you mine completely, I am willing to let you bend me over. I will give you that control."
Malcolm stilled beneath him for a long, silent moment.
