She Belongs To The Billionaire ✔

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.