Somewhere in the central part of Milan, in a nightclub's private room
One figure was bent over, resting hands against the wall above the bed, while another moved behind, thrusting relentlessly.
*Pah*Pah*Pah*
"Y-yeeessss! Ahhhh! Harder, Max! Don't stop!"
*Pah*Pah*Pah*
*Squelch*
*Puff* Drip* Drip*
"Max, no matter how many times we've done this and under what circumstances, you always manage to surprise me," Lisa said breathlessly.
"Lizzie, there's still so much for us to experience—things your husband wouldn't even dream of trying with you," Max replied, smirking.
"Ahaha! Don't mention that pathetic eunuch who thinks he's city's boss."
"Enough chatter," Max said with a sly grin. "Now, give me a proper cleansing, my majestic queen."
Lisa turned to face him, a thick white substance slipping from her as she moved. 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.
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, looked on 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 for that, I'm grateful. If not for those events, I would never have met 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, and everyone else in my life were just ... a 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, turning him into a punching bag. Realizing he needed to act fast, Max taunted his assailants.
"Hey, Marko! Not only did I get more love from Lisa than you ever did, but she even let me have her ass.
"Marko's face twisted in fury. "YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! I was going to leave you half-dead, but now? Now, I'll torture you until you beg for death."
He turned to Lisa. "And this slut? She'll entertain us all right here. Right boys?"
They all shouted in one voice. "Oh, Yeah"
Hearing this, a primal rage awakened in Max. With a powerful shove, he threw the attackers off him, rolled to his feet, and drew his Desert Eagle, which he had on the table near the bed. Two quick shots echoed in the stall, taking down two of Marko's men.
*Bang* Bang*
As he aimed for the third, the gun jammed. Marko seized the opportunity, pulling out his Beretta 92 and firing twice. Max screamed as bullets shattered his knees.
*Bang* Bang*
He collapsed, the Desert Eagle flew out from his grasp. Lisa, watching the chaos, saw her chance. She darted forward, snatching up Max's weapon.
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 as 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 by guilt and despair, she turned the gun on herself.
*BANG*