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Kara’s POV

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            The houses were breezing past my sight as we drove down the road. I moved my head from left to right and back, wanting to observe each passerby as people ran for shelter under the drizzle.
The softness I felt on my left leg made me look beside me to see Stephano stealing glances.
“Are you tired?”

“Hehe...” I faked a laugh. “No, I’m not.”

He gave me a deadpanned look and tsked. “I think you are. You’ve been blinking a couple of times now and also biting your lips since. You know how that makes me feel.”

“How does it make you feel?” I asked with a smirk , pretending to be oblivious.

“You really want to know?”

“Hm hmm.” I bit my lower lip again.

“Okay. I’ll show you in a few minutes.” He didn’t speak after that and just continued driving. Then he stopped and parked right on a street where there were no street lamps. He’d parked in front of a club.

“Why are we here Stephano?” I asked off suspiciously. We were supposed to be on our way home. After randomly moving from one supermarket to the other and also stopping at some local markets— which I forced Stephano to do— we left the local wine shop we had visited very late into the evening. And now we were currently returning to our beach house.

It belonged to Stephano but he made me know that a day before we got there, he already made sure most of the rented workers except two, the cook and the house boy, would go on a leave and only come around when we were out touring; if necessary, to clean the place till we were through with our honeymoon. We could take care of it alone and protect our privacy as well.

“Take off- never mind. I’ll do it myself.”

He leaned in slowly and stopped when his face was an inch away from mine. His breath was fanning my face and tickling my ear.

I should move, but this felt so good and I didn’t want it to stop. I waited for his lips to touch my skin but felt nothing.

“Stephano, what are you doing?” I moaned when his hand went down my shoulder and arm, intentionally touching my breast before moving to my jeans.

“What does it look like?”

He palmed me from my pantie and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped.

The temperature was suddenly too high in his Maserati, even though the air conditioner was turned on and fully effective. My breathing got heavier with each passing second and my eyelids lowered a little. This felt so perfect song normal thing but yet so sensual.

I looked before us at some of the people ducking from the rain with their hands covering their heads. Then the contact was gone as soon as it came and I heard a click.

I opened my eyes, which I didn’t remember closing and saw that Stephano was only taking off my seatbelt. Damn!

“Why did it look like we were about to have sex?” I asked in what sounded like a whine, slightly disappointed and somewhat flabbergasted. Such a tease!

“Because we are.” He patted his left thigh and licked his lips, looking at me intensely. His blue eyes were fierce as he stared at me intensely. I looked around warily, not fancying the idea of us being like this in public. I mean, what if we got caught?

We weren’t horny teenagers who wanted to hump each other in a car and hurry home to meet the curfew, but with the way Stephano was staring at me, it seemed he was dead set on whatever was running through his mind.

“Stephano, I don’t think we-” he shushed me with his index finger on my lips.

“No talking. Do as you’re told. Get on my thighs.”

My lips parted as I paused my hands midair. Did Stephano just use that dominant tone on me?

No matter how much I was willing to stand against this; his dominating tone turned me on in a way I couldn’t ignore. The set jaws, the determination lurking in those eyes, the lust swirling in those orbs, the confidence in his tone; everything. When I saw how serious he was, I obliged quietly.

“Okay.” I got off my seat and crawled towards him.

He helped me situate myself properly on his thighs.

“Why are you being such a naughty girl?”

“Wh-what? When?” I stifled the laughter bubbling in my throat.

“I asked you to get on my laps and you were contemplating... you need some conviction. So when next I say get on my lap, you’ll get on it.”

“We’re in public.” I protested.

“Yeah, and that’s what makes it more thrilling. Moreover, the windows are tinted.” He gave me a smile.

I heaved a sigh and leaned in to kiss him on the lips while he kneaded my butt cheeks like they were dough.

“I couldn’t stop staring at your ass all day. They looked so good in this jean pants.”

“I thought you were mad about something...”

“Yes baby. Those fishermen were staring at you...I wanted to punch them.” He groaned and bucked his hips upwards. I could feel the hardness growing beneath me already.

A large smile split my face into two. “They knew we were married. And I didn’t notice them looking at me.”

“When do you ever notice a man looking at you Kara? I had to confess my feelings, if not you would’ve never guessed it despite all my hints. Sleeping with you in my arms, being truthful with all my words, promising to always be yours, constant show of affection and jealousy...but you still didn’t realize how much I did till I told you I loved you that day in my office.” He complained.

There was a scowl on his face but jealous Stephano looked adorable. Compared to the professional and curt man I’d been used to seeing all through my childhood. I thought of a way to pacify him. He was no longer grinding against me as he still kept the scowl on his face as if he was reminiscing a bad memory.

“You should’ve just kissed me right in front of those men.”

“That time has passed. I’ll kiss you now instead. The last thing I want is any other man hearing any pleasurable sounds coming from you, even the sound of me kissing you or hearing you moan.” He further complained.

I rolled my eyes and started kissing him. He kissed me back and went back to kneading my butt cheeks.

“Take it off. Off.” He muttered against my lips, tugging at my jeans as I rocked myself against him. I was wearing jeans, so it was hard.

In a hurry, Stephano asked me to get off him, which I did.

“Go to the back.”

I alighted and went to the back. He joined me and we started kissing again. But the conscious side of me was still nagging in my head. What if someone saw us doing such in an open place like this? The thought of a thin legged girl seeing Stephano shirtless if a female tried to interrupt wasn't in the least pleasing. But then I remembered our window was tinted. Still, what if they knocked?

“What is it?” He groaned when I stopped reciprocating his movements.

Stephano was kissing my ear and groping my thighs. His voice carried irritation.

We hadn’t had any sexual activity for two days now because we were busy sightseeing in the several places he had already made reservations before the wedding and we usually got home late and tired.

“You didn’t lock the door.”

He did it in one move and came back to resume his earlier work. My hands gripped his hair as he kissed his way down my throat.

“When are we going home Stephano?” I murmured and felt Stephano stiffen.

He pulled away from me as I awaited his response. His eyes flashed with irritation and he got off me. The tent in his pants was still evident and I licked my lips, imagining what his length would feel like in my hands once again.

“You are eager to get back to your life, right Kara?” He asked with a harsh voice. My heart palpitated as I looked at him and tried to explain, hoping he didn’t just misunderstand me.

“What? No, I just-”

“Save it. I’ve not been with my wife for two days because she wakes us up very early and wants to fuckin sightsee all day. Then she talks with men and smiles even when they’re blatantly flirting with her and now that I’m trying to have a moment with her because I miss her, she’s talking about going back home, on our fuckin honeymoon where we’ve not spent up to a week. Of course you want to go home so badly. You’ll go home tomorrow.”

“Stepha-”

“I don’t want to hear it babe, just drop it.” His voice was cold and distant.

My lips trembled as he got off me and went back to the driver’s seat. He opened the door and slammed it shut, driving us back to the beach house. The night was gloomy throughout the ride back. As if nature was in support of my angry husband, the trees I loved staring at while we drove past the roads were just standing. The breeze wasn’t blowing them around to give them the view of fans waving their hands in the air at a concert.

“I’m sorry Stephano. I didn’t mean it that way.”

He didn’t reply. He even avoided my gaze through the rear mirror.

“Believe me, I only wanted to know so I could get gifts for everyone at home when next we visit the market. Also, your mom said she liked a brand of this shirt she saw on Adrian and asked me to get it when Adrian told her Lucas...god be with the dead... Lucas got it for her. That’s it. I want to spend time with you, and I didn’t notice those men were flirting with me because I was focused on you the whole time. You’re the only one I need, I assure you that you are.” I didn’t need to fight it anymore. Stephano parked before the beach house and turned off the ignition. It was no longer raining.

I looked up at him through red eyes, blinking rapidly so a tear wouldn’t escape. Two wrongs could never make a right. So when Stephano was angry, I would be less temperamental.

He also did the same whenever I got upset.

“It’s fine. I was just…uh..being needy.” He murmured softly.

“Uh, how about our previous activity?” I batted my eyelashes and swiftly took off my chiffon top. My bra followed next.

I noticed Stephano’s Adam’s apple bob through the rear mirror but he tried to act casual.

“I want you Stephano. So badly and I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I didn’t.” I bit my lips. I could tell he was cracking. Just when I thought he wouldn’t respond, he cleared his throat.

“Take off your pantie and come here baby.”

“Uh, okay.” I alighted and took off my jean pants and pantie in a hurry. He was naked already when I got to the front.

How many minutes did I spend acting pathetic? When did he even take off his pants and boxers?

His length was hard and glistening in the sun which was now going down. His hand went to caress his hardness but when he saw my eyes on it, he slowly took away his hand and looked into my eyes, sighing.

“I’m sorry for getting upset. I’ve been trying to get your attention but you keep slotting in random things when we should be getting it down, talking about your mother, about us getting a puppy or about some couple underwear. I’m trying to first fuck you silly, and then make good love to you Kara. That’s pretty much all that matters to me when you get me all hot and bothered! This is an opportunity for us to get to know each other more baby but you keep inserting random topics when we’re trying to get to know more about each other, even when sex isn’t involved. I’m also sorry for acting up. I should’ve just told you how I felt, love.” He explained.

I didn’t realize I had given him blue balls, not until now when he was explaining all these. Scarlet colored my cheeks at his use of vulgar words about what he wanted to do to me but I was glad he couldn’t see them under the golden sun that was still visible a thousand miles away above the waters.

“I’m sorry too for making you jealous. I didn’t notice those men checking me out and-”

“It’s alright love. We’re not going back to old topics, especially not about any pervy man eyeing my beautiful wife. Now we’re going to be looking into how I’ve been trying to ignore this hardness between my legs since I saw you in those tight jeans this morning. From now on please wear dresses only so I can gain easy access whenever we feel like it.”

His voice was hoarse and he was already playing with my knee cap and moving his hand upwards, caressing my thighs. My breathing got labored as I tried but in vain to hold back my moans. Since he was still in the driver’s seat of his Maserati and he was facing me while I stood at the edge of the door, I threw my hands over his neck to support myself as he slid a finger over my sensitive nub and I shuddered.

“Let’s go in.” I rasped and awkwardly snaked my arms tighter around his neck.

“Not until I fuck you here. I’ve missed you so much. Shit, come here baby.” He moved me impossibly closer and nodded when he discovered I was moist and yearning for him already.

“Ungh...oh, please...yes, there...” I moaned against his neck, my moaning sounds filled the vicinity as he alighted the car. He moved few steps away and laid us on the sand, then helped me get on his laps. He held me in place and spread my thighs.

“You’re all mine. I get to see you at night and first thing in the morning.” He pecked my forehead, his voice gruff with need. “You belong to me alone Kara. Tell me who you belong to. Tell me baby.”

My hands were tightly around his neck as I bit on the sensitive flesh, sucking him to my heart’s consent. “I belong to you Stephanooo...my body is yours, ahn…” he slid his hardness into me and gripped my waist tightly, plummeting into me with hard, fast strokes. Promises were exchanged again as he loved my whole body.

Insecurities were also dealt with as I reminded him I was going nowhere. I wasn’t his love for thirteen years.

I was his love for as long as we were. I was his as he was mine. And I wasn’t going anywhere. Because I simply couldn’t imagine someone who would understand and love me so much like Stephano did and that drove me over the edge as my eyes rolled back into my skull when he repeated how he was going to make love with me into the morning.

But Stephano wasn’t through with me yet. He carried me and placed me on the hood of his car, taking me there again. Stephano wasn’t just insecure.

He didn’t want the life he had finally established after so many years to crumble before his eyes, either due to his mistake or my own negligence. And I understood that, because he was merely protecting me.

And I fell for him all over again.