“Which one do you want to keep?” He put those shapely pink lips at Madwulf’s ear. “The beard? Or the beard-splitter?” “The beard-splitter!” Madwulf strained his eyes downward, trying to see the lethal blade against his penis. “You hear me? Keep my cock!” “Wasn’t asking you.” Lord Cutler regarded me, his gaze enigmatic. He wanted me to choose?
