Markus’s face was beet red as his defensiveness kicked in.
“Oh, do tell me, Master Lukus. I don’t recall you being with the same sub for
longer than three months at a stretch… ever. So, what the hell makes you
some relationship expert?”
Lukus was up on his feet, closing the distance between them
in just a few seconds. He grabbed Markus’s shirt and pulled him close. “You
listen here. I don’t know jack about being married, but I know everything there
is to know about what makes a good Dom. And buddy, I hate to tell you, but you
suck at it. You’re truly no better than Jake is and honestly, right this
minute, I think Brianna deserves better.”
Markus’s face clouded with anger. “Fuck you, Lukus. In case
you haven’t noticed, I’m not her Dom. I’m her husband. There’s a
difference.”
“For some people, maybe, but not for men like us, Markus.
Brianna needs a Dom. She wants a Dom and you totally let her
down.”
Markus shoved Lukus until he had to release his hold on his
still seated friend. “That’s bullshit. You should have seen her shake just
thinking about what that asshole did to her. Even months later she was still a
nervous wreck. We didn’t even have sex for the first two months we dated—which
is a lifetime for me. I waited for her to be ready because she was special.”
“Well, finally. Something we can agree upon. She is special.
She’s very special.” Lukus’s voice was shaking with emotion that even a
stranger would pick up on.
Markus’s eyes narrowed at his friend’s words. He stumbled to
his feet and shouted in his friend’s face. “What the hell? Did you fuck my
wife?”
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