Chapter 67

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Kara’s POV

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I looked up at the several lights flashing down on us at the same time and took another gulp of my drink. There was a little alcohol in it, but Stephano didn’t need to know that. He specifically told me I wasn’t allowed to take alcohol because I was five percent alcohol tolerant. A few drops were what it took to get me drunk and talking gibberish.

“When you grind against me that way babe.” Stephano groaned in my ear.

A few heads were jumping as the rock song pumped through the loud speakers. Since we always went to exclusive clubs in Italy and even did the same when we went to Paris, I decided it would be good if we went to a random one here in Dubai for once. And so far, I can tell it’s not that bad. I indeed Google searched it but I didn’t read one with so many reviews, so I wouldn’t have too much expectations. We didn’t do much research about it but then again, this wasn’t all that bad.

Convincing Stephano to go with me was hard. Something about perverts and smelly men looking at someone else’s wife but after a little more persuasion, be finally accepted. I swayed my hips to the rhythm and turned around to face Stephano, grinding against him. Then I felt something vibrate against my skin. I didn’t bring my phone with me because I wasn’t carrying a purse and was wearing a loose dress with no pocket so it had to be his phone.

He took it out of his pocket and groaned when he saw the caller.

“I have to take this call. Don’t leave this spot, love. I’ll be right back soon.” Stephano murmured and kissed me. After planting kisses on my forehead twice, he pulled away and went towards the room we had been sitting before I moved to the dance hall.

I continued dancing, a wide smile on my face as I repeated the bits I knew from the song lyrics. I felt arms snake around me. “I’m back, sugar.” He groaned.

I couldn’t hear him properly over the music but since he said he was back, I continued dancing with a smile.

But Stephano was humping while I danced in his loose hold on me and his breathing was so labored that I could hear each groan clearly. I and Stephano had been in bed all day, so he wouldn’t act like a sex starved man...

My eyes widened. What if this person wasn’t Stephano? I tried to turn around but his grip on my waist tightened.

“Let me.” I gritted. The feeling of helplessness was strange and upsetting. “Let go immediately!”

It felt like I was being held against my will, because his grip became firm when I screamed to let go. Wait, who was I kidding? Of course I was being held against my will.

“Who are you? Release me this instant you slimy freak...I have a husband...I’m a married woman. Let go!” I tried to wriggle from his hold but it tightened. He was now holding me in a fierce grip.

“Doesn’t look like it. Ya were humpin me and I been starved of meat in’ a while. ‘Tis high time I get me some pussy cattie.” He groaned and started rocking against my backside. Humiliation burned through me as my eyes blurred. What would Stephano think if he saw what was happening? What was taking him so long out there? The man was making embarrassing sounds and moaning furiously.

He seemed to be English...I couldn’t understand what he was saying clearly. Something about someone refusing him meat and him wanting to have my puss...The thought of those words alone made my skin crawl.

“I’m close to it, yer hear? The husband ‘n anyone who yer wanna call can come later. Me miss fuckin ‘em like this one. Me close to coming...” He kept ranting. His hold on me slacked a bit as he trailed off in a pant while assaulting me. Then the contact on my waist was gone immediately. It all felt like a bad dream.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed people were still dancing but no longer very close to us. And some were looking behind me, at something on the ground. I turned around with wide eyes and a shaky breath.

“Stephano!” I shrieked. He was on the man, landing punches on every part of the man’s body that his hands could find. The man was not moving and he was covered in blood. His face was barely recognizable, with blood clothing different parts of his now purple face.

“Stephano, please. You’ll kill him.” I screamed. He didn’t respond, just kept punching him. The sound of the music probably drowned out my voice. I went around him and hugged his back.

Stephano tried to shrug me off but I held on tighter. “It’s me. It’s okay, please.” He resumed his assaults.

“Stephano, please. I’m fine.” I cried in worry and he stopped. His chest was heaving as I got off him, worry clouding my features.

“He tried to- to do that Kara. Fuck, I won’t stop until I know he’s dead!” He roared and was about to resume when I held his shoulders firmly.

“He got the message Stephano. You ruined his face and he’ll always scare people when he tries to even move close. I think that’s enough. Please.”

He looked up at me, and then smacked his lips on mine while getting on his feet. I pulled him towards the exit but Stephano suddenly stopped and took fast strides to the man.

“Steph-” I gasped as the words died on my lips when I watched him do what he had on his mind. He stomped his foot on the man’s pants, just where his manhood was supposed to be. After repeating the action five times, his shoulder slumped and he looked satisfied with his work. No one was focusing on us. It was more as if doing this was a normal occurrence in this club.

We walked away from the dance hall and freakishly loud music banging into our eardrums but it reduced with each step we took. Stephano bumped into someone so I apologized on his behalf because he didn’t think there was a need to apologize to the person.

“This wouldn’t have happened in an exclusive club Kara. But no, you wanted to go to a random one with less reviews and feel like a normal person. I hope you feel very normal now!” He pulled me through the exit and slammed the door shut, ignoring the bouncer who nodded. He released my hand immediately. There were bodyguards following us ever since we arrived in Dubai but they never came close and only watched over us from afar.

The cold slammed against my face and I sucked in a harsh breath. My arms were exposed, so I rubbed them with my two hands crossed over my chest while Stephano stormed towards the car.

I was still shaken, so I just kept quiet while he scolded me. When I got to the car, my hands were still trembling. I opened the door and got in without saying a word.

“Kara?”

“Hmm?”

He turned around and stared intently at me. Then pulled at his hair and groaned. I watched his upper arm muscle flex and quickly shook off the lustful thought out of my mind before it even surfaced.

“Fuck. This wasn’t your fault. I ruined this night for you...I shouldn’t have left you alone in there for too long. I’m sorry for not coming sooner. God knows what he would have done and crazy people were just dancing when such a horrible thing was happening.”

I kept quiet all through his rant.

“When I saw him moving in that motion, I saw red; the damn dick. I wanted to kill him in that place.” He opened the car door on my side and stood there, just looking at me.

I was sitting at the back seat, so I turned sideways to look at him.

“I...I told him I was married…I kept struggling in his hold.” I murmured and sniffed. It felt like there was a need to clarify things. I was not in support of whatever happened, remembering the earlier events alone made me shudder.

“Of course you did, yet I blamed you like it was your fault. I’m supposed to protect you yet someone managed to assault you right under my nose. What sort of a husband am I?” Stephano asked glumly. He rested his forehead on the car door. I alighted the car and hugged him but he stiffened. The warmth emanating from his body calmed me.

“A good husband who did what he could as soon as he realized the situation. Don’t blame yourself.”

“I blamed you. I’m sorry. I never want to see you so helpless and on your own... so I just lost it when I saw those grimly hands on this flesh.” He caressed my upper arms, then my stomach and then my breasts.

“I’m fine, honey. Just a bit shaken up.” I shuddered when I realized that man had called me sugar...and I just called Stephano honey. I shook my head. I shouldn’t think about him anymore.

“Where did he touch?”

“He touched here.” I pointed at my stomach. Stephano grabbed my waist and went on his knees, placing a kiss on the spot.

“Where else?” He demanded huskily.

“Here.” I pointed at my navel. Stephano kissed it, tightening his grip on my waist. Unlike earlier when I was feeling disgusted, this time it was different. I was receiving the attention from the person I wanted and it made me feel so good; so free to do this with him. Relief flooded through me.

“Where else?” He growled. He pressed his lips to my dress, right on the spot where my sex was.

“Th-that’s all.” I squirmed and rubbed my thighs against each other to reduce the tension down there. That man didn’t do this because his touches didn’t make me feel this way. But Stephano’s soft caresses alone made me feel hot all over. And his attention alone almost made me come undone. It made me shiver.

“That’s all...are you sure?” He asked in his husky voice. I nodded frantically, but pushed his lips back there because I wanted him there.

“Get in.” Stephano commanded. Quickly, I got in the backseat and scooted further so he could come in too. He locked the doors and faced me. A hand came up to caress my cheek and I shuddered against his cold hands.

“That’s the difference between us. I can do this.” He kissed my lips fervently and I gladly returned his gestures. “I can also do this.” He lazily parted my legs and unbuttoned my dress. It was button up from the knee to my chest. When I was bare before him, I fluttered my eyes close.

“Stephano…” I lazily panted.

“No Kara. You’re going to open your eyes and look at me. I’m the only one that gets to see you come apart and I want you to remind yourself that. Feel me between your legs when you walk and let the image of me filling every inch of your body never leave your head.”

I moaned and nodded as he slipped a finger into me after pulling my pantie off. I was spread before him, my legs parted while his lips went down on me and he started kissing and sucking me ferociously.

“Remember this. No skunk will ever get to do this and give you pleasure, only me, because you are fuckin mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes Stephano.” I gripped my knees tightly and tried to shut my eyes but he stopped his actions. I opened my eyes immediately, whining at the loss of contact.

“Baby, I asked you to look at me. It means, don’t take your eyes off me. You’re such a turn on for me right now. I want to show you how great you make me feel. Just you, and I’m the only one who can do this to you. No fuckin man is allowed. Trust me baby.” He ended softly.

“Okay.” I nodded quickly, wanting his hands and mouth on me and in me again, everywhere around my body.

“Okay sir Stephano. Call me that.” He commanded with sharp eyes.

I nodded frantically, not caring that he wanted me to refer to him that way. Also, it turned me on that my husband wanted to go dominant when we were being intimate like this.

“Okay sir Stephano.”  I rasped quickly.

He went down on me again and didn’t stop till I could barely move my limbs. My vision went clouded.

“I’m sorry I left you there Kara. It will never happen again.” He told me while I tried to catch my breath. My legs were slightly trembling and my clit was tingling with the attention it had just received from my attentive husband.

“It’s okay baby. You won’t follow my every move and I’ll probably go for judo class or something so I can protect myself. I love you.” I breathed contently.

He chuckled and raised his head from my left nipple which he was randomly licking. His eyes shone with pride.

“I love you. Let’s head home. Lay here and go to sleep.” He caressed my hair and pecked my eyelids.

Then my nose.

Then my lips.

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