I can hear the disappointment in her voice, but I can also see the determination in her eyes. Even though it looks perfect to me, whatever she feels is off, there is no doubt in my mind that she’ll correct it before her performance.
“It’s absolutely perfect, Arabelle. Ask anyone.”
“You’re supposed to say that because you’re my husband, and they are my friends. All of you are biased.”
She stands on her tiptoes and plants a gentle kiss on my lips. But I have other plans, and I deepen the kiss, then capture her moan with my mouth. Nothing compares to this woman. I’ll burn the world down if it means I get to spend the rest of my days with her.
I pull back, ending our kiss and causing her to grumble. “I say it because it’s the truth, my love.” I brush my fingers down her cheek, causing her eyes to flutter. “Do you know how much I love you?”
I’m sure she thinks she does, but she has no idea. What I feel for her goes beyond the limitations of the word love. And to think that there was a time when I believed I could live without this. That I didn’t need the love of anyone, only the revenge that I had for my father. However, Arabelle transformed my life in ways I never thought possible. She’s no longer my unattainable beauty. She captured the attention of the Beast, and she’s captured my heart.
“I do know how much you love me, but I’m sure you’ll tell me I have no idea,” she says, smiling.
“Beauty, you are my world. I would be nothing without you. Never forget that.”
“I love you, too, Beast.”
She steps away from me, and I watch her walk toward the floor-to-ceiling windows of the studio, the sound of her pointe shoes tapping against the hardwood floor. Every step she takes is delicate, like she’s floating on a cloud.
She looks over her shoulder with lust and mischievousness dancing in her eyes.
“You never answered my question.”
My brows furrow in confusion. “What question?”
“When you first showed me this place, I asked could anyone see in here.”
“I don’t remember you asking me that.”
To ensure no one sneaks onto the property, I have men patrolling the perimeter of our home. With her increasing fame, we’ve had multiple incidents of paparazzi attempting to trespass onto our estate, along with enthusiastic fans.
After the first few incidents, I beefed up security even more. While the paparazzi still camp outside the gates and have been caught hiding in trees trying to catch even the smallest glimpse of her, nobody has penetrated the walls.
With a smile on my face, I make my way toward her, my dress shoes echoing off the floor of her studio. She leans against the large panes of glass with a smile on her face. “Why do you want to know?” I ask.
My little ballerina is a total exhibitionist, and I love it. It’s made for some fun nights at the penthouse. It also has me contemplating whether I need to have our bedroom and bathroom remodeled to include a wall of windows just for her.
She shrugs, a naughty smirk playing on her lips. “I just want to know.”
“Hmm,” I murmur, my hands finding her hips as I pull her close to me. “You just want to know, huh?”
She nods her head, her large doe eyes peering into mine.
Her leotard clings to her body like a second skin, accentuating her slender figure as I drag it down to her waist, leaving her breasts exposed.
Under my gaze, her dark brown nipples, slightly darker than her skin, harden like pebbles. With a delicate touch, I run the pads of my thumbs across them before squeezing them between my fingers. With a hiss, she arches her body in response to my touch.
“You would love it if someone saw me pleasuring you.”
Although I’m a possessive bastard, there are ways to give her the illusion of someone watching us fuck, even though no one would ever have the pleasure of seeing her come undone from my touch. That’s for my eyes only.
Swiftly, I turn her body and push her flat against one of the large-pane windows, causing her to yelp from the quick movement. I lean forward, my hard dick pressing against her soft ass.
“Is this what you want, Beauty?” I grind my cock against her harder, causing her to moan. “You want someone to see me fucking this tight body of yours?”
She whimpers, and the sound ignites something primal inside me. I snatch her leotard along with her spandex shorts down her body, undo my slacks, then pull my cock out. I don’t waste any time before surging inside her tight warmth.
“Florian!” she screams at the top of her lungs.
