Chapter 1 - Life before

Somewhere in the central part of Milan, in a nightclub's private room, the atmosphere was electric with passion and intensity. The dim lighting cast a golden hue across the velvet-covered walls, and the faint bass of music thudded in the background. 

Lisa was bent over, her hands pressed against the wall above the plush bed, her breath ragged and full of anticipation. Behind her, Max moved with a primal rhythm, his athletic frame glistening with a sheen of exertion. Every movement was deliberate, every thrust a testament to his control and unrelenting desire for her.

*Pah*Pah*Pah*

"Y-yeeessss! Ahhhh! Harder, Max! Don't stop!" she cried, her voice trembling with ecstasy.

*Pah*Pah*Pah*

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of lust and raw emotion. Max leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering, "You're mine, Lizzie. Only mine."

"Always," she managed between gasps. "Always yours."

Max's hands roamed her body, one sliding up to grip her breast while the other traced her waist, pulling her closer into him. Lisa arched her back, pressing herself against him, her nails digging into the wall as her body shuddered with each deep thrust. Her moans mixed with the sound of their bodies colliding, creating an intoxicating rhythm that filled the room.

He slowed his pace for a moment, teasing her, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her with a force that made her gasp. She turned her head slightly, her eyes half-lidded with desire, and whispered, "More, Max. Please… I want all of you."

Obliging her plea, he lifted her effortlessly, turning her around and placing her on the edge of the bed. He knelt between her legs, his hands running down her thighs, spreading them wider. Lisa's breath hitched as his mouth descended, his tongue exploring her with expert precision. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

"Max!" she cried out, her body trembling under his touch. 

He rose, his face glistening with her essence, and positioned himself above her. Their eyes locked, a moment of unspoken connection passing between them before he entered her again. This time, the pace was slower, more intimate, yet no less intense. His lips found hers, capturing her moans as their bodies moved as one, the bed creaking beneath them.

Lisa's hands roamed his back, feeling the taut muscles flex with every movement. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her nails leaving trails down his shoulders. "You're everything to me, Max," she whispered between gasps, her voice heavy with emotion.

*Squelch*

*Plop*

As the member slipped out, a faint 'plop' echoed through the room, damp and brief. Lisa's knees buckled slightly, but she turned to face him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. A thick, white substance dripped from her as she moved, the evidence of their passion glistening in the dim light.

With a coy smile, she sat down on the bed, her delicate fingers tracing the shaft of his semi-hard rod. She leaned in, her lips enveloping him, her head bobbing in rhythm with the stroking of her hands. Her right hand massaged his testicles while the left teased the base of his length, drawing moans of approval from Max.

"God, Lisa," he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. "You're incredible."

Lisa's eyes glimmered with devotion as she pulled back briefly, her tongue swirling around the head of his member before she plunged forward again. She wasn't just doing this for his pleasure—she adored seeing him unravel beneath her touch, knowing she was the only one who could drive him to this point.

As Max approached the peak of pleasure, footsteps echoed ominously down the hallway. The door to the room was suddenly kicked open, revealing a hulking man flanked by four equally formidable figures. Max met the leader's gaze, unfazed, and spoke calmly.

"Marko, it's been a while. I was wondering how your business trip was going."

At that moment, Max climaxed, filling Lisa's mouth. Marko's face contorted with rage, his eyes turning blood red as a murderous aura emanated from him.

"You're dead," Marko growled, stepping forward. Lisa, wiping her lips with her tongue, looked at him nonchalantly.

"Darling, weren't you supposed to be back in a couple of days?"

Marko's voice shook with anger. "You… you whore! I've given you everything—supported you, bought you whatever you wanted, took you to cultural events—and this is how you repay me?"

Lisa smirked. "And I'm grateful for that. Without those events, I would never have met the love of my life, Max, a god among men. Comparing you to him is like comparing the ground to the heavens. And let's not even discuss the difference in size between the two of you. You're a pebble; he's Everest."

Marko's face darkened. "Boys, let's teach this bastard a lesson."

The group charged at Max. Without flinching, he thought: 'If I survive this, I will make sure to fuck Lisa in front of him, and then I will definitely marry her.' Then, with a calm voice, he addressed Lisa.

"Lizzie, if this is the end, remember that I love you more than anything. You are my goddess, love and everyone else in my life before you was just... side characters."

With that, Max adopted an orthodox boxing stance. His left fist struck the first assailant square in the jaw, sending him reeling. A swift uppercut with his right hand took down the second. The remaining three, including Marko, tackled him together, pinning him to the ground.

Despite his athletic build, standing 1.9 meters tall, Max was overwhelmed by the sheer size and number of his attackers. One by one, they delivered brutal kicks, reducing him to a battered heap. Pain coursed through his body, but his defiance remained unbroken. Blood trickled from his lip as he forced a smirk and locked eyes with Marko.

"You know, Marko," Max rasped, his voice laced with both agony and arrogance, "Lisa never screamed your name like she does mine. And let's be honest… she'd rather die than go back to a coward like you."

Marko's face turned crimson with rage, his fists clenching. "You'll regret those words, you son of a bitch."

Max chuckled weakly, spitting blood onto the floor. "Regret? No. I'll just enjoy knowing that even if you kill me, Lisa will never see you as anything but the pathetic man who couldn't measure up."

Marko's fury boiled over. "Enough of this!" he roared, signaling his men to finish Max. But even as they closed in, Max's taunts lingered in the air, a final act of defiance that refused to be silenced.

Marko's face twisted in anger as he saw Max's face overflowing with redundancy and he screamed. "I was going to leave you half dead, but now?! Now I'm going to torture you until you beg for death."

He turned to Lisa. "And that slut? She'll entertain us all right here. Right boys?"

They all shouted in unison. "Oh, yeah!"

Hearing this, a primal rage arose in Max. With a mighty shove, he threw the attackers off him, rolled to his feet, and pulled out his Desert Eagle, which lay on the table next to the bed. Two quick shots echoed through the room, taking out two of Marko's men.

*Bang*Bang*

As he aimed for the third, the gun jammed. Marko seized the opportunity, drew his Beretta 92 and fired twice. Max screamed as the bullets shattered his knees.

*Bang* Bang*

Max collapsed, the Desert Eagle flying from his grasp. Lisa, watching the chaos, saw her chance. She darted forward and grabbed Max's gun.

Meanwhile, Marko loomed over Max, a sadistic grin spreading across his face.

"Your time is up, bastard. But don't worry, I'll make this slow. First, I'll cut off that oversized cock of yours and the…"

*Bang*

Marko's words were cut short when half of Max's head exploded. Lisa stood trembling, the smoking gun in her hands.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Marko… you were supposed to be the one lying there."

Overwhelmed with guilt and despair, she turned the gun on herself.

*Bang*

...

The room fell silent except for the muffled bass of the nightclub.