Malcolm rolled his shoulders, the deep, throbbing ache in his lower back and pelvic floor reminding him instantly of the Enigma's relentless strength. "Fine," he muttered coldly, refusing to admit how much he actually wanted to escape the suffocating walls of the mansion. "But don't think this means I'm suddenly your obedient little housewife, Lukas."
"I would never dream of it, my King," Dahmer purred, a dark, flirtatious smirk stretching across his lips as he headed toward the attached master bath.
