CH.26- Such A Fierce Kitten

Aaron's pov...

I woke up quite before her and stared at her sleeping face, she had swollen lips and her body had many bruises and teeth marks. 

Her head rested on my arm, I moved my other hand and touched her face, her smoothness felt my palm... So soft.

My morning with her in my arms.

There wasn't any tears stain or painful expression, only an irritating frown. Was she didn't felt any pain that she was sleeping so soundly?

When I got these kinds of bruises and wounds on my body for the first time, I was so much in pain that I cried a lot. Whenever my wounds got touched, I hissed in pain and cursed those assess who left me those damn marks.

Remembering my wounds and torture, I tortured her last night so that I could also hear her scream, as a scream came out of my mouth in the same way, the tears that came out of my eyes, the same tears also came out of her eyes, but something like this didn't happen either. 

Didn't know where from did she get so much patience and strength, she bore the torture and pain given by me all night?

It is even more painful for girls the first time, I have heard this. Then why was she sleeping so comfortably or why didn't she cry and groans painfully at night?

I started rubbing her bruises and wounds with my teeth, and my ears were waiting for hearing her painful cry, but other than twitching her browse, she didn't show any reaction. 

At last, I retreated my hand. 

My eyes glued on her beautiful face, and with it, a few hours, and morning said goodbye to me and afternoon greeted me. 

The sunray which was coming through the window slowly walked and set on her face, first I thought to pull the curtains, but later I blew this thought. 

Why should I worry about her slumber, who took away my sleep, happiness, and peace?

My arm which was around her waist, I curled its fingers and turned into a fist. A sharp glint flashed passed my eyes before I suddenly pressed her, I didn't use much strength, yet it gave off a distinct pressure.

I wanted to pull my arm under her head when I saw her twitching brows. Maybe now she was about to wake up.

I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. shortly after she woke up.

A few minutes later I felt her soft palm on my face she was touching it just like before.

When we were together, I used to love her touch, but she used to hesitate to touch me, so whenever I was near her I would pretend to sleep, and then she secretly twirled her soft hand on my face as if she waited for the moment when I would take nap and she would touch my face.

How childish I was bach then, I thought that she was hesitant because she felt embarrassed, but she was not. She wasn't feeling embarrassed, but she hesitated because she didn't want to show me that side of her. 

She hated seen by me- She hated me a lot, she hated my poverty!

Suppressing my anger, I opened my eyes and told her that she can touch me openly because I'm her husband now.

She was both angry and ashamed of my words she wanted to get out of bed, but I didn't let her go and pulled her back to sleep, then made fun of her that this was her first time, so she should take rest but she made me angry by saying that this was not her first time.

At first, I got very angry, but then I remembered the bloodstain on the bedsheet and between her legs.

I taunted her while pulling her legs apart to show her it.

But I might have forgotten that it wasn't just me here to take revenge, she was also here to counterattack for my revenge, and we were both playing a 'game of revenge' so how could she step back?

She hated my touch, she hated my presence and the things that were on her body giving h her nauseous. Saying this she kicked me hard on my face and ran to the bathroom naked to clean herself.

My nose got hurt and moistened my eyes. 

The words of her had increased my suppressed anger. I knew that she used to despise me and it was not a hidden thing but didn't know why my blood started boiling after listening to her like this?

Pain and my foggy vision, I ignored them and strode to the bathroom,  I kicked open the door. 

She was washing, and as she saw me see startled, she shrank under the shower, but I grabbed her forearm and threatened her. But again she got guts, she pushed me and ran away. I stumbled and almost fell into the bathtub.  

My anger grew even more that towered me. I also went out and found her wrapped under the comforter. Did she find this the safest place to hide from me?

So childish...

I peeled off the comforter and threw it, and pulled her back inside the bathroom. I washed her with shower gel and cold water. Yes... Coldwater. 

She was not used to bathing with cold water, she used to take baths with light hot water even during the summer days, I knew this but still, I changed the mode of hot water to cold water.

I had kept her standing under the strong shower, due to which she was having trouble breathing, after a while, I reduced the pressure of the shower, she took a deep breath, and then with full anger, she started struggling. She even hit me with her head. 

Such a fierce kitten.

She kept angering me, so how could I tolerate her temper?