Chapter 392: Chapter 392
Sometime earlier in the day...
Aliya ducked down immediately and then clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle the shocked sound. She was very uncomfortable and was fuming at the same time. Her heart trembled as the sounds got louder. She could not cover her ears as she needed her hands to help her creep and crawl out of the place she found herself.
"Ngggg!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Iaaannnnn!!!!! Pleeaaasssssee!"
The melodic, shrill tone laced with ecstasy reached her ears from underneath the window where Aliya was still crouched. Suddenly, the bright day did not seem so bright anymore. Aliya blinked back the tears that threatened to fall and willed them off.
’Aliya cries for no man!’ She rebuked herself.
She could hear the sounds of passionate lovemaking that she was not alien to. The naked bodies intertwined and doing all those things that she missed.... So very much!
’What a slut!’ Aliya hissed to herself as the adult noises continued.
She closed her eyes, picturing the scene that she had seen. When she had stepped foot out of the room, looking for Ian, Aliya never imagined that she would stumble on this in broad daylight!
Obviously, Aliya had a child that she had birthed herself, so she was not alien to sex between couples. Logically, most people would think of their partners when faced with such scenes. They would wish that their partners were there to do similar actions with, but Aliya’s thoughts were far from normal.
The longing was there alright, but it was different for her. She imagined herself with Ian instead and not Tyler. From her reactions in the past few days, she had been brought back alive; no one would be surprised that she desired Ian and not her late fiancé, Tyler.
Still on all fours, Aiya crawled, her hands sinking into the damp soil as twigs and leaves snagged at her dress. The scent of the earth and the old, dried leaves filled her nostrils, mingling with the faint aroma of grapes and other fruits in the air.
After she had crawled a ’safe distance’, Aliya stood up and dusted her hands. Her once clean dress was smeared with the brown dirt colour at the edges that had graced her knees. The mud streaks made her mad, as well as the little thorns that had torn at the same edges.
A deep frown marred her features as she continued to brush off the remaining debris-like dried leaves and small twigs still hanging at various parts of the dress. The disgust on her was quite an interesting sight to behold for the singular pair of eyes that were trained on her.
"Ugh!" she looked down at the messed-up dress and then turned, looking in the direction that she had just come from, and walked decisively back to her room. Aliya still felt uneasy, thinking that she had been seen. Her heart still hammered in her chest, but then, thinking back to the fact that those sounds could still be heard when she had left, she concluded that no one had seen her.
On her patio, Aliya removed the simple dress and held it away from her body as if it were the most disgusting thing ever. Clad in only a G-string panty, she walked into her new room, her boobs jingling with each step. She dropped the dress in a laundry hamper.
She did not care about the make and feel of the room because Aliya had a bold reason for coming to the Thornston estate.
Once the glass patio doors slammed closed, Currey emerged from nothing, staring at where Aliya had been. He was there for only a few seconds before he disappeared.
On the opposite end of Aliya’s new back garden, Brad also stood in his backyard, his face scrunched up in disgust.
He took in the fact that Aliya had undressed outside before she had gone back indoors.
’What a slut!’ Brad sneered as he stepped back into his room. Their rooms were far apart but Brad had been at the wrong place at the right time, one would say.
Aliya’s curves looked enticing, especially because she had lost a lot of weight from being bedridden for those two years, but Brad did not see a woman. He saw an eyesaw!
Despite the fact that Brad was a lover of women, Aliya was not on his list and in Brad’s mind, this was something that would never happen.
Brad was partly right in this, but the reasoning was totally off. However, after meeting Shelby, all women fell short.
In the room, Aliya walked straight to the shower and turned it on at full blast. The grime fell off her body as a light brown stream of water made its way to the drain. She stood underneath the water for a long while, then her fingers started tracing a thin line from her collarbone down the middle of her breasts to the top of her thin panty.
She gracefully stepped out of them and left them on the white ceramic floor. Aliya parted her soft lips down there and inserted her fingers into the welcoming pussy.
Her eyes remained closed as she pictured the scene of Ian’s huge length and his majestic body standing in front of a girl, but this time, Ian was standing in his naked glory in front of her. He pumped his member while his eyes raked hers.
Aliya’s breath hitched as she fingered herself faster. Aliya imagined the heat of Ian’s skin that close to hers. She touched him, palming his chest, and he stiffened beneath her touch. Her mind conjured the most erotic scenario ever where she drifted her hand’s lover to that mighty inviting member. She slipped her hands over his hand rod, and Aliya shivered.
"Ian! My Prince!" She begged for what only he could give. She pictured her mouth wrapped around Ian’s hard rod as Ian begged her,
"Do it, Aliya, please me!"
In her mind’s eye, she did exactly that, alternating between her warm mouth and her deft and agile hands. She pumped and sucked as one hand played with herself as well. She imagined them orgasming together with satiated smiles.
Aliya’s heart raced as she climaxed under the shower.
Removing her hands from her pussy, she washed it off in disgust. She loved her vivid imagination interlude of Ian, at the same time, there was a little part of her that was restrained.
What most people in the Thornston estate did not understand about Aliya this time was that, she had always conveniently pushed Ian at arm’s length in everything. She could have had Ian anytime she wanted in the past, but she had always played hot and cold with Ian, and Ian had let him be led on.
Even though Aliya seemed to want Ian sexually, she had never given Ian that chance in the past.
The question remained, ’Was Ian more desirable because he had another woman? Or did the trip to death’s door change Aliya?’
No one knew the answer, and all they could do was sit back and watch, no matter their sentiments.
Aliya stepped out of the shower and dried herself up. She walked back to the bed, naked and then took a short nap. She stayed in there till a worker knocked and invited her to dinner.
She stood up leisurely and dressed, covering the lip wound with a balm.
She stood in front of a full-length mirror, and a sudden surge of anger pulsed through her. This was for the simple reason that her mind’s eye conjured Shelby’s image. Shelby was a hands-down beauty and that hit Aliya at an uncomfortable level.
Even though Aliya would never admit it, this Shelby person was the best of the best: snow-white skin, blue eyes that could jolt you like a lightning strike, and a noble and elegant aura that made most people feel ashamed of their inferiority. The woman was annoyingly beautiful in a very superior way!
Although Aliya had always prided herself on being a beauty, she felt like a scarecrow when placed by Ian’s new wife!
That exquisite beauty was enough to make anyone jealous!... extremely jealous!
Aliya’s expression twisted into a heavy frown, which changed instantaneously into that vulnerable Aliya. Aliya checked her appearance one last time and stepped out of the room.
She walked leisurely down the corridor and into the dining room. She took in the scene and made a beeline for that empty seat by Ian, "Thanks for saving me a seat!"
She said to no one in particular and then at down. Of course, Aliya knew that this was reserved for that woman, but did she care?
The stricken silence that ensued made her want to laugh.
’Let’s see what they can do to get me off this seat!’ She smirked and then took a sip of the glass of water in front of her as if she had made her mark there. She could see the anger on all their faces, but she could not care less! Aliya thought that everything was going her way till Ian acted. She had never expected Ian to do that! WTH! He did not bother to give face in front of the family at all!
Ian turned to his wife and stretched out his hand for hers. Shelby looked at the outstretched hand and then walked towards him. As soon as Shelby placed her hand into Ian’s, he pulled her to sit on his lap and then kissed her hair.
There was no need for words between them and by some tactical understanding, Ian picked out one grape and then held it by her lips. He rubbed her full lips slightly as if teasing her and she smiled.
Shelby opened her mouth and took the single grape, munching on it with a smile. A smile that was like a dagger to someone at the table. However, like Aliya, did the couple care about her, the answer was a definite NO!
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