continues to suck his cock clean, he can feel himself getting hard again. He hates that he still feels any measure of physical attraction to her in spite of her infidelity. Tucking his prick back into his slacks, he tries to think of the best thing he can say at this pivotal moment to hurt his wife the way she hurt him.
“No need to blow me, Brianna. I need to save a little juice for the woman I plan on picking up and taking home to fuck in our bed tonight. While you’re here getting punished by my friends, I’m going to go home, get drunk and fuck an endless string of whores just like you until it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
The pained look on his wife’s face confirms his words are a direct hit, and Markus has to hide the sense of revulsion he feels at what he’s just said.
As his words start to sink in, Brianna once again reaches out from her kneeling position to grab onto Markus’ legs. She’s holding on for dear life. “Oh, my God. You can’t leave me here Markus. Please… I’m so sorry. I love you so much. Please… I’m begging you. Please let me come home with you and we can fight this out together. Don’t give up on us, yet. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”
Markus feels like he is going to be physically sick. He roughly pushes Brianna back, stumbling away, out of her reach. The Master has to step in and restrain her as she wildly fights to leave with her husband.
The Master’s voice is soft and sympathetic as he addresses Brianna’s departing husband.
“Go home Markus. You brought her here for a reason. Let me do my job. I got this.”
Markus feels himself hesitate.
‘Can I do this? Can I walk away and leave her here?’
Markus forces himself to imagine the picture of his beloved wife getting fucked by her ex-boyfriend and he has his answer. She made her choices and now she’s going to live with them. He is shaking with emotion as he makes eye contact with his friend.
“Lukus,” is all he can manage to say before looking down at his wife. “Goodbye, Brianna. I really did love you.”
He turns and leaves without a backward glance.
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Brianna’s heart is breaking. Witnessing Markus’ pain is her final undoing. The fact that he could walk out and leave her here tells her that she has truly lost him. She knows she should be afraid of what’s to come, but on another level she welcomes the pain she knows she’s about to receive. She deserves it.
She slowly looks up until her gaze falls upon the haunting dark eyes of her captor.
“I have some really bad news for you, sweetheart,” he says. “Markus is my friend – a very dear friend. I owe him big time. So here’s how this is going to go. I’m going to take you down to that stage. And once we’re there, I’m going to make you wish you had never been born.”
When Brianna refuses to break his gaze, his grim scowl turns into an evil smile. “I see. So you think I’m bluffing? You don’t believe me?”
After several more seconds of their showdown, Brianna finally answers in a defeated tone. “Oh, I believe you. I just don’t care. I deserve everything you’re going to give me and more. You were right. I had it all, and I threw it all away. If I’ve lost Markus, then there’s nothing you can do that will hurt worse than that.” She continues to stare at him defiantly when it hits her. “So your name is Lukus? As in the Lukus he just won a case for today?”
Lukus smirks. “So now you understand just how much I owe him. The ironic thing is tonight was meant to be a celebration for me and Derek and Markus. Instead, you had to go and let someone stick his dick in you and break my friend’s heart. I almost feel sorry for you, Brianna. I’m not the kind of man you want to make angry. But I am angry, and this is personal. You hurt my friend. I’m going to hurt you… bad.”
Chapter Five
Brianna’s trip from the balcony
Maurizio de Giovanni, Antony Shugaar