The car ground to a silent, smooth halt beneath the grand, gold-rimmed canopy of the Madmento 5-star hotel. Malcolm slid out of the leather interior as quickly as his aching lower half would allow, his jaw set in a hard line as he straightened his suit jacket. Every movement of his hips reminded him of the absolute, punishing limits he had been pushed to the night before, but his Alpha pride demanded he walk into the glittering marble lobby with a completely unbothered, commanding stride.
Dahmer stepped out right behind him, his presence instantly drawing the eyes of the staff and high-society patrons scattered across the grand foyer. Without a word, the Enigma signaled the maître d', bypassing the main crowds entirely to secure a premium, semi-private dining alcove lined with rich velvet drapery.
