The Kidnapped Bride

Frustration surfaced on Shirley's entire face. Her nerves were on the verge of popping out due to the anger and furiousness which she felt rushing to her head. 

If she wasn't her daughter, probably she would have unleashed all her furiousness on her. Without showing any kind of warmth, Shirley replied, "You are here to ask me about Javier? Are You out of your mind Amaira?!"

"B..but mom... I tried asking you while we were having dinner. You told me to ask you later but… I was.. just curious." Her voice lost its sound until it reached the end of the sentence. Lowering her face, she played with her fingers in nervousness.

Amaira was not only fearing her mother's wrath but also the fact that she is disturbing her personal time. Yer her mother's cold attitude wasn't any foreign to her.

At this time, Shirley really wished to slap her daughter hard across her face. She was about to raise her hand on her, but Shawn's deep voice came from behind, interrupting her in between.

"Amaira, your brother will meet you very soon. Just retard to your room now, it is already late for you. Go back to sleep, child." The voice was to remind Shirley of her actions and to make Amaira leave with a beneficial answer.

His cold voice made Shirley suppress her hand down and gave Amaira a distant look to either run away or she will not spare her anymore.

Taking her mother's signal right away, Amaira wished her father good night and walked in the direction of the lobby, without looking back, increasing her pace.

Shirley finally closed the door and turned around to see Shawn standing up and restoring back to his bed too. He dimmed the night lamps and the lights which were earlier lited up in the entire room.

"Shawn, why are you returning to bed now?" She asked with a slightly irritated voice to which Shawn replied back with his usual tone, "It is night. What else are we supposed to do than to sleep?" 

"We can continue what we were doing earlier, my hubby. Don't you wanna feel me more?" She was still unsure. Was the abrupt appearance of Amaira made him turn off? 

Still, she can't believe that he doesn't wish to have some more things with her. Moreover, he made her check the door when she was on the verge of reaching her climax!

Shawn didn't say with respect to the same, instead just kept his head on the pillow and closed the eye. "That could have been avoided?"

Her entire face crumbled down in anger. Frown settled on her face with coldness glimmering in her eyes. "What are you talking about? What could have been avoided?"

"Sending Amaira away as soon as possible. There was no need to yell at her and simply answer her question. But it seems like you have no one else to spout your anger on. Come back to bed and sleep, it is already late." 

Saying this as his words, Shawn switched off the lights. She wasn't able to digest what just happened in the fractions of few minutes? Just a few moments ago they were almost into the intense passion and how they were on the end to sleep with their back facing each other?

Her craving to have something inside her body, with someone touching her core passively increased. It wasn't only making her frustrated but was also not good for her health and skin. At last, when she noticed Shawn's back, sleeping peacefully, she got to her side table and took the tool.

Taking the same in her hand, she wrapped her hands around it and walked inside the washroom to close the door behind her. 'If he can't give it to me.. does that mean I will let my lust wash away?' She wasn't so innocent.

With that toy, she took an artificial penis which she ordered online a few months ago. Many a time Shawn wasn't in the mood yet her vagina craved for someone inside her. This was the best way to pleasure herself and surely, maybe Shawn was also aware of her tactics. 

Shirley looked at it and gulped her saliva in her mouth. Immediately, sitting on the washbasin, she opened her legs more and more, inserting the toy of the penis, inside her to feel her curves reacting to it.

"Ahh.. ouch… yea.." her moans were in control. But her face continued to be red as of cooked lobster.

With one hand guiding the toy inside out, she used her other hand to add more liquid to it. Continuously, rubbing the space with her fingers, Shirley was on the verge of reaching climax…

"Yes.. ahh. FUCK!"

…..

Amaira ran from her parent's room but she did not arrive back at her room in the first place. Instead, she was roaming around in the entire house with her heavy heart.

It wasn't as easy as others describe to live in the most lavish family. A sardonic smile curved on her face to realize the situation in which she was born.

More prominently, she was born out of wedlock, until her parents got together due to her existence. Somewhere, she was the prime most reason for them getting together but unfortunately her mother never gave her the respect she deserves.

Rather, she was a playtoy for her to get into the family, neglecting her totally.

While roaming throughout the place, she finally found the place to sit and let her mind be mixed with dozens of thoughts. Sitting under the moonlight in the garden brought unspeakable desires. Her eyes averted to see the white whole moon, light falling on her face making her skin glow but with the darkness, she remained in despair.

'Am I so unlucky, that no one wishes to have a conversation with me? Neither Brother Charles nor brother Javier. Hah, my own mom isn't talking with me, what else can I expect from both of them?'

A bitter smile covered her face when she realized the current scenario of the living. But at the time, her eyes fell on the photograph which was displayed in her gallery. 

The picture of a certain person, which she took in secrecy and hiding. A sudden thought escaped her eyes and mind.

'Should I call him or leave it?'