"You arrogant, sick, twisted son of a bitch!" Malcolm snarled, his voice cracking with a raw, volatile mix of fury and sheer panic as he tried to twist his upper body around to glare into the featureless mask. "You're a parasite, Dahmer! A biological freak! You think because you manipulated your way into my bloodstream that you own my body? You think you can just dictate who I touch or who touches me? You are nothing to me but a mistake! A laboratory-grown anomaly that I am counting down the goddamn seconds to scrub out of my existence!"
Dahmer didn't flinch at the venom pouring from the King's lips. Instead, his arms tightened their iron-clad embrace around Malcolm's waist, dragging the Alpha's lower back even flusher against his solid, unyielding chest, ensuring that the throbbing length of his erection pressed directly into the seam of Malcolm's trousers.
