Grinding his teeth audibly, Miles took a step forward and roared, "What are you apologizing for?! You whore, I will kill you!"
However, before Miles could advance even half a step further, a tall, dark silhouette loomed before him, completely obstructing his line of sight.
Dominic coldly shifted half a step, his broad and sturdy back entirely shielding the trembling body of Lucien behind him. The irritation and murderous intent in Dominic's eyes had now solidified into a block of thousand-year-old ice.
He tilted his chin up slightly, his gaze upon Miles devoid of a single trace of guilt or a guilty conscience typical of an adulterer. After all, in Dominic's eyes, there was absolutely nothing between them that he could consider an affair. He had already stated it clearly, this engagement originally belonged to Lucien anyway. Therefore, the look he bestowed upon Miles held nothing but the condescension of a superior and an overwhelming sense of absolute disgust.
"Miles." Dominic's voice was hoarse and deep, carrying a heavy, oppressive weight that pressed down like a massive boulder: "Next time you enter another person's room, remember to knock on the door."
Those few words, "remember to knock" were uttered lightly, yet they ruthlessly delivered a devastating, resounding slap across the face of Miles.
He stumbled backwards, looking at the man before him in sheer disbelief: "Knock on the door? You are telling me to knock on the door?! You cuckold me right here in our own home, pin this piece of trash onto the bed, and now you are telling me to knock on the door?!"
"My business." Dominic cut through his agitation, the tone of his voice entirely lacking even the slightest hint of warmth: "What does it have to do with you?"
A single sentence ruthlessly abolished the entirety of Miles's status as the rightful, legitimate fiancé, simultaneously throwing his dignity into the muddy swamp to be trampled upon.
Dominic originally only considered this marriage as a mere business transaction. Without any affection, where would loyalty possibly stem from? He had not even taken the final step with Miles, nor had he ever granted Miles any special privileges, so on what grounds did Miles dare to stand here and question him with such arrogance?
Miles felt so deeply aggrieved that he bit down fiercely on his lower lip until it broke, the salty, metallic taste of fresh blood seeping into his mouth. His eyes burned with raging fire, viciously sweeping past Dominic's shoulder to glare fixedly at Lucien, who was hiding behind.
In that fleeting moment, Miles saw everything with agonizing clarity. Beneath the rumpled and hastily pulled silk blanket, the pale, pristine collarbones of Lucien were exposed in plain sight. And across the surface of that delicate skin lay a dense scattering of dark red hickeys and purplish bite marks that trailed down from the neck all the way to the chest. His complexion still bore the flushed, erotic pink hue, a resounding testament to exactly how utterly wild their passionate encounter had been.
The mere thought that Dominic's massive manhood had deeply penetrated that garbage of a body, ruthlessly thrusting in and out to leave behind these glaringly obvious marks, made Miles's stomach churn with violent spasms. He wanted Dominic, but Dominic would much rather choose an outcast abandoned by his own family than choose him!
Damn it, was it Miles's own fault that entry was impossible? He had lost count of the numerous tricks he had laid out, throwing away every ounce of his shame just to satisfy this man. And what about him?
"Get the hell out of there!" Miles lost all sense of reason, paying absolutely no mind to Dominic's obstruction as he aggressively lunged forward, reaching out a hand in an attempt to grab Lucien by the hair and drag him off the bed: "What the hell do you think you are to dare lie on his bed? Get the out right now!"
Watching Miles charge forward like a vicious beast, Lucien let out a soft hiccup of pure terror, instinctively squeezing his eyes shut. The small hands that were clutching Dominic's shirt suddenly exerted even more force to tighten their grip, his entire frame pressing intimately against Dominic's broad back, forming a posture of absolute reliance.
Without the need for a single word of defiance, this display of frailty and utmost obedience served as the most perfect catalyst.
Naturally, Dominic did not disappoint him.
Right when the fingers of Miles were merely a few inches away from Lucien, a large hand as rigid as iron pincers decisively reached out, twisting Miles's wrist mid-air. The sheer physical force Dominic applied was exceptionally brutal, showing absolutely no mercy or hesitation whatsoever. The sickening, cracking sound of bone joints echoed through the air, causing the complexion of Miles to drastically pale in agonizing pain.
"That is quite enough." Dominic unleashed a low, menacing growl, forcefully throwing Miles's hand aside and causing Miles to stagger backwards several steps, narrowly avoiding a complete tumble to the floor.
"What kind of scene are you trying to cause? Who do you think you are speaking to?" Dominic's piercing gaze was razor-sharp, completely slashing through the arrogance of Miles. The subconscious protection he provided for Lucien had already far exceeded the boundaries of a purely physical relationship. It was the absolute possession of a man over his own territorial domain and personal prey, a realm where absolutely no one else was permitted to intrude or touch.
Cradling his throbbing, painfully bruised wrist, Miles stared with bloodshot eyes brimming with unshed tears. He looked at Dominic as if he were looking at a complete stranger. As it turned out, this was the true, unyielding nature of this man. The person he had exhausted all his mental and physical efforts to please now viewed him as nothing but worthless trash, freely hurling verbal abuse just to shield another.
"Because of him..." Miles spoke with a trembling voice, unable to hold back the tears that began to cascade down his face: "Because of a piece of garbage, you actually raised your hand against me?"
"Get out." Dominic did not even bother to offer a single word of explanation, extending his hand to point directly towards the door, issuing a cold and definitive order of eviction.
Miles gasped in sharp breaths of cold air, his chest heaving with excruciating pain. He knew very well that he could not possibly stand against Dominic. The more of a scene he caused, the more face he would inevitably lose. Miles bit his lips until they were ruined, slowly withdrawing his sorrowful gaze, replacing it instead with a vicious, chillingly venomous glare that shot straight toward Lucien, who remained curled up tightly behind the man.