A Dance with Danger

Chapter Thirty-Six

>>Tiberius POV<<

Who would have thought one woman could turn my entire world upside down? God, Estelle Ilaria Greyson did just that—and with an effortless grace that left me both captivated and undone. 

The way she looked at me now, curiosity and desire warring in her dark, soulful eyes, was enough to set my blood on fire. The tension between us was electric, crackling in the air like a brewing storm. My arm remained firm around her waist as I guided her toward the balcony, the cool night beckoning us.

As we stepped outside, the chill of the evening air greeted us, sharp and biting against our heated skin. Estelle shivered beside me, her breath catching as the city lights sprawled beneath us like a glimmering ocean. I tightened my hold, a smirk curling at the corner of my lips. She didn’t protest—yet.

“What are you doing, Tiberius?” she asked, her voice low but edged with challenge. 

“You’ll see,” I murmured, pulling her closer until her body was flush against mine. 

The edge of the balcony railing pressed against her stomach as I positioned her there, tilting her forward ever so slightly. She gasped, a mixture of surprise and thrill lighting up her expression. Her hands instinctively gripped the railing, her knuckles whitening as she leaned into it for balance.

"Tiberius," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "don’t you dare—"

Her words were cut off by a sharp slap to her backside. The sound echoed in the quiet night, followed by a soft, breathy moan that escaped her lips before she could stop it. 

“Simon says to keep quiet,” I teased, my voice low and dripping with authority as I leaned in behind her. My lips brushed the shell of her ear, and I could feel the shiver that ran through her.

Her head tilted slightly to the side, granting me access to her neck. I took the invitation gladly, trailing kisses down the curve of her spine and up to the sensitive skin of her collarbone. Each press of my lips earned a reaction from her—a sharp intake of breath, a sigh, a quiet moan that she couldn’t seem to suppress. 

My hands roamed her body, one settling possessively at her waist while the other wandered lower, finding its destination with ease. I let my fingers graze the heat between her thighs, drawing small, deliberate circles that had her rising onto the balls of her feet. 

“Greedy, aren’t we?” I teased, my voice rough as I watched her squirm beneath my touch. She groaned, her body arching into me in silent desperation. 

“Tiberius,” she gasped, her voice tinged with both frustration and need. 

I chuckled darkly, withdrawing my hand just long enough to bring it down on her backside again. The sharp sound of the impact mingled with the faint jingle of the bell around her neck. I had placed it there earlier, a playful addition that now served as a reminder of her surrender to me. 

“God, do you have to hit so hard?” she snapped, throwing a glare over her shoulder. 

I tilted my head, a smirk playing on my lips. “That’s no way to speak to your husband,” I admonished, my tone dripping with mock sternness. 

“And that’s no way to treat your wife!” she shot back, defiance flashing in her eyes. 

Her boldness amused me—it always did. Estelle was never one to back down, even when she was quite literally at my mercy. It was one of the many things that drew me to her: her fire, her refusal to break under pressure. 

“Really now?” I mused, my voice a low rumble as I slid a finger inside her, silencing whatever witty retort she might have had. 

Her head fell forward, a strangled sound escaping her as I began to move my hand with deliberate slowness. She muttered something incoherent, her voice barely above a whisper, and I leaned in closer, pressing my lips to the shell of her ear. 

“What was that, darling?” I prompted, my tone teasing as I added another finger, stretching her just enough to make her gasp. 

“You’re insufferable,” she managed to choke out, though the words lacked the bite she likely intended. 

I laughed softly, the sound vibrating against her skin as I continued to tease her. “And yet, you can’t get enough of me.” 

Estelle groaned, a sound that was equal parts frustration and pleasure. Her grip on the railing tightened, her body trembling beneath my touch. I could feel her resolve slipping, her sharp wit melting away into nothing but raw need. 

“You’re beautiful like this,” I murmured, my voice softening just enough to betray the depth of my feelings for her. It wasn’t often that I allowed myself to be vulnerable, but with Estelle, it was inevitable. She had a way of breaking down my walls, of stripping me bare and leaving me utterly exposed. 

Her head turned slightly, and our eyes met—a silent exchange that said more than words ever could. In that moment, she was mine completely, and I was hers. It was a dangerous kind of intimacy, one that both thrilled and terrified me. 

The bell around her neck jingled again as I shifted my position, pulling her even closer. The sound was like a siren’s call, a reminder of the control I wielded—and the trust she placed in me despite it. 

“Tell me what you want, Estelle,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear. “Say it, and it’s yours.” 

She hesitated for only a moment before her resolve crumbled. “You, Tiberius. I want you.” 

Her admission sent a rush of satisfaction through me, and I wasted no time in giving her exactly what she asked for. 

“ I'm — I'm close!" She cried, I pulled my fingers away as she whined. “ Bad girls to get to come.” I replied.

I flipped her to face me, lust was all I saw in her eyes. She looks good only wearing a bell and under the glowing moon.

She as my woman, no man nor animal coul stop me from getting her. And she's going to learn tonight that anyone that touches her will feel the wrath.