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Game of revenge

Twelve years ago they were lovers, then suddenly they became enemies and separated from each other. Hating each other so long, they finally met after twelve years on their wedding day... I arched my lips exposing an arrogant smile, then challenged him "Okay now I am married to you let's see who makes whom cry?"  He looked into my eyes, his pair of emotionless blue eyes flashed for a second with astonishment "So do you also want to play revenge game with me?" I chuckled "Of course, when you have started the 'game of revenge', then I would also like to play with you." Note:- The book cover isn't mine, I just borrow it from Google, just edited by me.

Sun_Flowerr · Urbain
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45 Chs

CH.27- I Like Your Service

Aaron's pov...

I smashed my mouth on her soft lips and started sucking, chewing, and biting. I felt her blood in my mouth, I tasted it, but I didn't let her go. I bit her even hardened.  I didn't want to let her go, I wanted to punish her that...

Her sobs slowly crept down my ears and flowed down then absorbed in my eardrums. My whole body froze and I suddenly stopped biting her. However, my lips still gripped her soft bloody lips, motionless. Seconds later, a hot teardrop fell onto my neck.

My body shook, I was waiting for it,  but the second drop of tear didn't touch me, maybe it mixed and washed away by the cold water of the shower. 

I encircled my arm around her waist and grabbed her leg, then took her under the shower, roughly and fiercely. 

I kept punishing her until my anger went away, then left her. I saw that she sat on the bathroom cold floor curling her body, she was... Shivering.

I retreated my eyes from her and turned.

As I turned and saw myself in the mirror. My eyes revealed a creeping hint of sadness and pain. But only for a split second, then I became calm once again. And with that, my expression returned to its cold, emotionless, and distant self.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and a bathrobe on her then took her out of the bathroom.

The room was messy and the bed was dirty. I threw her on the couch and sarcastically approached her.

"How's my service?" She didn't answer me, only gave me a deathly glare. I could see the hatred which flared up in her hazel eyes.

"When you feel bad or nausea by my touch, then it is very important for you to take shower, isn't it?..." I made my voice colder and leaned on her.

"I can't stop myself from touching you, but I can clean you after that... I hope you like my service... Because the same thing will happen to you after every intercourse." 

Yes, I made up my mind, I will serve her the same way as I did to her, after every intercourse. 

I went into the bathroom again after asking the housekeepers to clean the room because the nerves in my brain were getting torn with anger, sadness, and pain. I have to calm myself. 

I kept calming my anger under the cold shower, I don't know how much time has passed but when my anger subsided a little, I turned off the shower and wrapped the towel. 

As soon as I came out after opening the bathroom door and had walked only four steps, I felt as if... The ground had slipped under my feet.

I slipped very fast and harshly fell with a bang.

My right leg was badly twisted and I felt severe pain in it. I understood that I had sprained.

But how I fell was thinking that only then there was a very slow fragrance entered my nose. I rolled my eyes, held my pose, stopped in mid-movement and saw on the floor, it was coming from there, the white-colored thick liquid spread, after smelling it, I was sure that it was body lotion which I used sometimes.

Just a second I knew who squeezed out the lotion here. My cold gaze ran and hit her, who was leisurely sitting on the couch and enjoying her meal.

I knew she felt her meal even tastier, right now, after seeing my poor condition and if she knew that I had sprained my ankle, then her meal got tastier, ten-time more.

She stuffed a spoonful of pasta in her mouth and chewed it proudly. 

She had avenged what I had just done to her in the bathroom and the gleam of this victory was clearly visible in her hazel eyes.

Twisted my right ankle, I remained sitting there with my eyes glued on her beautiful, but arrogant face. 

Water dripping down from her long silky hair and absorbed in her bath gown, her hair was wet and her face looked refreshing, but seeing that proud and arrogant smile, right now I felt her a kind of ugly.

The cold water of the shower, which had quelled my burning anger, had once again flared up. If I had not sprained my leg, I would have run at this time and grabbed her neck, and strangle her.

After sweeping the plate, she put it on the coffee table, she stood up and walked to the window, leaned back on the window shill, see enjoyed the scenery, completely ignoring my presence.

My cold eyes flared up with anger while watching her calmness, I didn't bring her here to see her so calmly, I brought her here to torture her so that I could see her suffer.

After a long while, I tried to move my leg that an unwanted hissed escaped my mouth, which reached her ears.

Forgetting the pain, my sight caught her smirk which was dancing on her rosy lips. 

 

Within a second she appeared in front of me, glued her eyes on my face, and clicking her tongue she pouted. 

"It's too bad, I really liked your service very much and I was expecting it in the future also, but it seems that you will not be able to give the same service to me for time being." Her smirk grew wider, tilted her head arrogantly once again she clicked her tongue to mock me.

My fingertips curled into fists. The strength of my clench made my veins protrude from the back of my hands. It proved my anger. 

She turned after mocking me that I extended my hand angrily and wrapped it like a whip on her ankle and then with a jerk I pulled her. 

"Aaaaah!"

She gave me an ear pleasant scream.