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Liv's POV
"What have you done?" I questioned in a shaky voice. Max glanced up at me. He stepped closer to me. He snarked his arms around my waist. He pulled me closer, my breasts collided with his hard chest.
"Are you feeling sorry for the same men that hurt you?" he asked in a hoarse voice, his gaze piercing into mine.
"It doesn't matter what they did to me but you can't deny the fact that they didn't deserve to die in that way" I uttered. I decided not to be scared of him anymore when I realised what kind of a person he was.
"Is it you who deserves to die in that way? I can as well give you what your heart desires for" he aired out. He slowly let me go. I leaned on the wall, my hand held onto the table for support.
He unclamped his gun from his trouser pocket. He pointed it at me, directly at my heart. I stared at him with a hint of uncertainty, my lips slightly parted as I was filled with shock.
"Max what are you doing?" I managed to query despite the fear which setlled inside of my body.
"I just want to put my bullets in your heart so you would stop feeling those emotions for others" he said with a grimace played across his face.
Was he really heartless or it was just an act? for crying out loud, he was holding a gun. Not just an empty gun, it was loaded with bullets. Just one trigger I would lose my life just like the three men.
"You can't do this to me" I voiced out. I stepped backwards a little.
"Why can't I do it? if anyone doesn't obey me, I'm being left with no other option but to kill that traitor" he responded. He stepped closer to me but they was a distance between us, he wasn't close enough.
"What you are doing is wrong. Come back to your senses" I lashed out at him. A loud sound of a gunshot resounded in the air, I let out a heavily piercing scream. I covered my ears with my palms.
I didn't feel any pain surge through my body except from the knife cut. I gazed up at him, my body was shaking. The side of Max I had seen made me realise how dangerous he was.
"I shot the bullet in the air" he stated. He let out a soft chuckle as he began to burst out into a maniacal laughter.
I gulped hard. My throat felt as though it was being squeezed, I gasped for breath. What had I gotten myself into? Was my life far better when I hadn't found my mates or did it become worse when I found them?
"Don't be scared Liv. I'm here with you, did you think I would kill you?" he pronounced. He stepped closer to me, leaning closer to my collarbone. I felt his lips on my neck and his breath which brushed against my skin.
I was meant to feel something inside of me due to the closeness between us, something like wanting him closer to me but all I felt was irritation.
For so long I had been thinking I was the one at fault, I blamed myself countlessly not knowing Max was delusional. He was manipulative, he was in a world of his own. A world he created, he doesn't want anyone inside if it except from him. Everything I felt scared the hell out of my soul.
"Max please. I'm not in the mood for this" I said. My voice was filled with determination. I tried to remove my body from his tight grip but it only got worse. Max clamped both hands around my waist, he wasn't willing to let go of me.
"You can't refuse me" he said as though he was staking a claim. His lips brushed against my ear.
As though the ear kisses wasn't enough. He brought his gaze down to my lips, he leaned closer. He tried to kiss my lips but I kept turning my face to the side countlessly.
He lost his patience. He grabbed my cheek, he dug his fingers deep into it. it was hurting a lot. I might have been naive in everything but there's one fact I knew for sure.
If you love someone, you would never want to hurt that person. You wouldn't want to see tears gathered in that person's eyes. Some would say Max is going through the depths of hell just for my sake but whatever he's doing, I know for a fact it isn't called love.
He had a poisonous obsession over me. He wanted to use me to satisfy his ego but at the end I was the one suffering the brunt of everything, the pain, the misery, the unending torments, the backlash from him.
I tried to fight him off but I was too weak for that. No matter what he did, it didn't matter to me if he was gentle or rough. All I knew was I didn't want to be close to him.
With all the strength I managed to gather, I pushed him off me. He staggered backwards.
"Liv!" he yelled. His voice echoed through the walls of the building.
"This body belongs to me. I fully have a right on it, not only that. I get to decide who gets to touch it and who doesn't" I retorted at him. My head was banging so hard but I decided not to think too much about the pain I was feeling. I had to stand up to Max. I had to fight for myself otherwise I might have to live the rest of my life in regrets.
"But you can let other men touch your body but not your mate. You should consider yourself lucky that I have the time to spare for your promiscuous body, many women in the packhouse line up just to make me become theirs" he bragged.
At that moment he considered his words to be right but they weren't. It didn't make any sense to my ears.
"Before calling me a promiscuous woman, you should be able to identify the men I have slept with" I said.
"Callum and Ryder. If possible I could include Frank" he muttered.
"Your brothers are my mates Max. They didn't force them selves on me, I went to them willingly" I aired out. Tears rolled down my face, I used my thumb to wipe them off.
"There's a clear difference Liv. Firstly I'm Max, secondly they didn't have to ask yet you let them claim you. Thirdly, here I am begging you for what rightfully belongs to me"
"I rather die than let you touch me. I also permit you to go to the women that line up just to make you theirs" I urged.
Max let out a soft giggle. My forehead creased in confusion. He strode towards me. He wrapped his hand around my waist, he pulled my body closer to his.
"Did you get jealous when I spoke about other women? I guess every woman would feel so. I'm sorry Liv" he said. I thought he understood my words but that wasn't the case. My screams didn't get into his head. It didn't stop him from placing kisses on my collarbone.
His hands went under my thighs, his fingers were almost about to touch my panties. I held his hand tightly, making him stop. He looked up at me. His eyes were filled with lust.
I recalled that the most effective way to speak to someone was to talk calmly. I decided to speak to him softly and in that way he would understand.
"Max please" I begged.
"Stop resisting!" he snapped. He slapped me across my face. The pain sinked me, he pushed me away but I held onto the wall for support.
"Why didn't I see this side of you?" I asked as pain shot through me.
"It's because I get angry when I don't get what I want. I become like a beast with an unsatisfying hunger" he replied with resentment laced inside of him.
"I really don't want to do this. Why don't you understand?" I inquired. I sniffed in my tears which rolled down my cheeks without control.
He wrapped his hand tightly around my neck. He slammed my back on the wall, I winced at the pain the hardness of the wall caused me.
"You don't have a choice Liv. You put yourself in this shoes when you became my mate, not just that alone but when you started being around other men so you would have to deal with it" he warned. He slapped me across my cheek for a second time. I held onto my cheek, I wasn't expecting him to be so violent just for some minutes of pleasure.
"You raised your hand on me Max" I muttered in a shaky voice.
"Are you just realising it? I'll do it repeatedly if you refuse to act right. I'm really not interested in this filthy body of yours" he cursed at me without any feeling of remorsefulness. He gazed at me with irritation as he walked out with quickened steps, leaving me in the room all alone.
"I hate you Max. I really hate you" I screamed in anger, repression, frustration. I removed the duvet which was used to cover the bed. I threw it on the floor.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked extremely horrible, I didn't want to see that helpless side of me who couldn't do anything. How could I watch myself being assaulted? It was really bad.
I grabbed a flower vase which was by the side of the mirror. I flung it towards the mirror as it broke into pieces. I was hurting a lot.
My soul, my body, even my entire being was in pain but Max didn't heal me. It only showed me he loved to see me in pain, it satisfied his ego and that was enough for him.
My knees slowly dropped to the floor. I let out a loud cry, I didn't mind if anyone heared me. I just wanted to let everything out, if possible I wanted to find peace. The realization I had turned a blind eye to, rubbed it's way back on my face.
Max was a devil without a disguise. I was stucked with him, they wasn't any escape route for me.