CH.22- A Hopeless Question

Aaron pov...

The first golden thread of the sun showed up in the sky, and soon this thread started weaving and spread all over the sky like a spider web.

As the dawn reached and started turning into the morning, her cursing voice gradually subsided and she fainted. After that, I moaned in satisfaction and released my seeds inside her once again. 

I pulled myself from her and started looking at her unconscious body in sunlight and artificial light which I didn't turn off the whole night so I could see her crying face.

Her body had many buried, she got bruised not because I beat her, she got it from my kiss, but I didn't kiss her, I bit her. Her lips had my bit mark, her neck had also, her navel and thighs had also. When I saw her thighs I spotted her feminine part which had swollen red and there had dried blood with my dried semen.

So she was still a virgin, a mixed feeling appeared in my heart and eyes, after knowing that I was her first and also I will be her last man. 

At least she kept her one promise. I was going to leave her alone here and go to my study room for rest, but after knowing her 'virginity', I laid down beside her and pulled her in my embrace, right now the loathing feeling for her in my heart lessened.

I thrust her roughly and harshly only to expect her to beg and cry for mercy. I tormented her many time the whole night, but she didn't even once cry instead, she was bravely swearing at me, and many times spat on me whenever she got the chance. 

Last night I tortured her roughly, I went inside her without foreplay and her wetness. It was her first time, last night I broke her seal it was really painful for her. Then still why didn't she cry? Wherefrom she got so much strength to bear so much pain?

I remember when we were teenagers, she could not bear slight pain and cried very hard. Once she started crying it took me so much effort to console her. 

She was so adorable and innocent back then that she trust me, followed, and listened to me whatever I said to her.

But everything changed suddenly, and she started to scheme against me.

Subconsciously, my thumb, rub her cheek gently while my mouth recessed a painful thought of my aching heart.

"Back then we were happy, then what did happen that you suddenly changed so much?"

I know my words hadn't reached her ears and there was no answer from her, but still, I was hoping that she would give me a reasonable explanation so that we could be together again.

I knew my hopes were futile because I knew the truth... I knew because she gave me her hateful answer twelve years ago and I also heard her answer once again yesterday when she was talking to Victor Robertson.

But what should I do, I'm so pathetic. I was still expecting her but I did not have the courage to listen to her hateful answers, again and again, that's why I did this question even when she was not conscious because I knew if I would ask this question when she had been conscious, she would have given the same hateful reply that she had been giving me every time.

I smirked at myself, then filled her in my arms and closed my eyes.

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FL pov...

The scorching light of the sun landed on my face and hit me with its warm rays. Slowly I opened my eyes and find myself in an unfamiliar place. 

Where was I? The first thing that came to my mind. 

I turned my head and saw the window, which was letting in the annoying sunlight.

It's midday.

I frowned and tried to sit up, as I changed my position I find myself completely naked and caged by a firm arm.

I pulled up the soft comforter which slid down due to my changing position.

After about two seconds, the events from the previous night started coming back to my mind. Stunned, I turned and raised my head and saw the devilishly handsome, his chin was at my eye level.

Closing his eyes, he was still sleeping. What was this, had his habit also changed? He used to wake up with the sun, but today he left his companion alone and walked in the sky?

He seemed in a deep sleep, his sculpture face looked even more attractive. This face... My hand subconsciously moved and gently touched his nose tip, then slowly slid and brushed his cheek.

His face... In our youthful days, whenever I used to see him sleeping like this, he gave me a feeling of an innocent child, my hands would automatically fall on his cheeks, and I used to struggle a lot that my lips not to touch his

But that all was my foolishness, there was a devil was hiding behind his innocent face, and it took me a long time to recognize him.

Suddenly his eyelids flipped up and his brown eyes collided with mine. I startled...