Page 28 of Immoral (Park Avenue Kings #3)

BENOIT

M Y ADRENALINE SPIKED at the sound of the gunshot, and I hurried down the ladder after Dimitri and landed in darkness.

It was pitch black and suffocating underground, but I supposed it was better than getting shot, though Dimitri had so many weapons on him and was in such a mood that I didn’t put it past him to not use them on me.

“Keep moving,” he snapped, grabbing hold of my arm again and pulling me along behind him.

“This would be a lot easier if there were lights.”

“It’s a tunnel.”

“Exactly. Our tunnel at home has a lighted path, so maybe you should get with the times.” When he grunted in response, I added, “Aw, you didn’t think you were the only one with an underground lair, did you?”

All of a sudden my back hit the wall hard and Dimitri’s forearm was pressed up against my neck, making it hard to breathe.

“I’m going to ask you this once, and don’t even fucking think about lying to me,” he said. That dark, deep voice did things to me, things completely at odds with my current situation. I should’ve been terrified. Alone, unable to see my surroundings, with a man who hated me now and had an arsenal.

I was so incredibly fucked up.

“The men outside. Are they yours?”

The question was so unexpected that I could only blink. “What?”

But the anger I could feel vibrating off him only grew, and this time when he spoke, his voice echoed off the walls. “Did you bring these men to my door, Benoit? Answer wisely, or I won’t give a fuck about any promises I made to get you back to them in one piece.”

Appalled and offended, I shoved him away from me enough that I managed to take in a gulp of air. “I have nothing to do with whatever’s happening here. We don’t attack unprovoked.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

I couldn’t see his face to know what he was thinking, if he believed me or not.

I may have still had a tracker in my arm, but my brothers weren’t this reckless.

King and Dimitri had come to an agreement, and that would be honored.

Whoever was knocking on Dimitri’s door wasn’t anyone I knew about.

When he didn’t put a bullet through my skull and towed me along behind him instead, I figured my answer had been accepted. The lack of apology, though, rubbed me the wrong way.

There was a beep and then a door opened to my right and I was shoved inside, stumbling into something that sent pain shooting through my knees.

I let out a string of curses and had to steady myself, my hands landing on something a lot softer.

Huh. Was that a mattress?

I pushed down on it again, and yep, it was definitely a mattress.

“Seriously, what in the primitive hell?” I said when the room remained dark. It made me claustrophobic—the air was heavy and sweltering. “Millions of dollars and you can’t manage to turn on a light? Invest in some A/C? You’re in a desert, for crying out loud.”

“You can fucking leave.”

“And risk getting shot? Those are my choices? Get killed or suffocate to death down here?”

“Shutting up is also an option.”

“Wow, you know what? I’ve just about had enough of this bullshit.” I spun around, ready to give him a piece of my mind, and ran right into him. Dimitri gripped my shoulders to steady me, but I jerked free of him. “Don’t touch me.”

“Oh, now you have boundaries.”

“You mean when I’m locked in a pitch-dark room after someone just shot at us and you had the gall to accuse me ?” I seethed. “Yeah, consider this the moment I decided I don’t want your fucking hands on me.”

I could feel the bed pressing up against the backs of my knees as I stared into the dark void where I assumed Dimitri’s face was. It was probably a good thing I couldn’t see it, though. At least this way I could actually pretend I didn’t want him to touch me.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“I don’t need to. All I have to do is remind myself what a gigantic ass you’ve been these last couple of days, and trust me, the revulsion is real.”

“Which is why you’ve done everything in your power to seduce your way back into my good graces?”

I took a step forward, and was shocked when I ran into the equivalent of a brick wall.

Apparently this room was no bigger than a closet. Something I’d strutted out of decades ago.

“In case you forgot,” I said, jabbing at his rock-solid chest, “ I was doing exactly what you told me to. Act normal, like nothing’s happened. Don’t you think your watchdog Omar might’ve gotten suspicious if I suddenly decided the sight of you made me want to gag?”

Dimitri’s hand clamped around my wrist so hard I winced. Then his warm breath ghosted over my lips as he growled, “You and I both know you don’t have a gag reflex, so try again.”

“Fine. Then let’s say I was doing what I was told. You wanted the show. The farce. So I did just that.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m a traitor, a liar, remember? Why else would I have gone to your bed? Why else would I have pretended to like it? Because I wanted you?” I let out a laugh that quickly turned to a gasp when his fingers dug into my skin. “That might be true if I didn’t loathe you as much as I do.”

“Something I might’ve believed five minutes ago until you just reminded me.” Dimitri jerked me forward. “You’re a beautiful fucking liar.”

He slammed his mouth onto mine, stealing my retort with a quick stab of his furious tongue.

I grabbed at his arm, about to shove him back from me and then punctuate my indignation with a well-placed slap.

But just as I was about to follow through, the hand around my wrist loosened, and he reached for the back of my neck.

The red haze of anger that had been driving my words swirled to instant desire as those strong fingers began to knead the nape of my neck and hold me in place.

The tongue in my mouth had turned teasing, now urging me to reciprocate, and when I slid my hand across Dimitri’s chest and laid it over his heart, the rapid beat made my own pulse throb.

Putain.

This was the last thing we should be doing. And the last place we should be doing it. But as Dimitri scraped his teeth over my lower lip and bit down, any thought of secrets, lies, guns, and bullets went flying out of my head.

It didn’t help that I couldn’t look him in the eyes—maybe that would’ve jolted me out of my lust, but the darkness only heightened it. I could pretend this was a hot moment with a stranger and not a dangerous man who wanted to punish me for my transgressions.

But two could play that game.

I ripped my mouth away and shoved him back, and he hit the wall behind him hard. He snarled, grabbing hold of my shirt and jerking me back toward him.

“You think that was smart? You think I couldn’t do anything I want to you? No one could stop me…”

The words he uttered were meant to scare me, but they had the opposite effect. My cock throbbed with a fierceness, days of being denied coming to a head.

“Do it,” I said, moving my hands to his chest and digging my fingers into the hard muscle there. “I dare you?—”

No sooner were the words out of my mouth than he had us turned around, and now it was my back up against the wall.

There went my advantage.

“You should know better than to think I won’t do it. That I won’t fuck you raw.” Rough fingers rubbed over my dick through my pants, Dimitri’s touch not at all gentle. So why did my hips automatically arch into him—why did I welcome the bite of pain?

Because I was a goddamn masochist for this man. That was the only explanation.

His mouth crashed down on mine again, and then his hand was on my neck, holding me in place against the wall.

I struggled against him, not giving up so easily, even though my body begged for release.

If anything was a traitor in this room, it was my erection, stroked to life by Dimitri’s aggressive fingers.

Merde , why did it have to feel so good ? I wanted to put up a fight, defy any kind of attraction to him now that his disdain for me had become clear.

Maybe this didn’t count. We were both dealing with a high-stress situation, and anyone would want to take the edge off in this position.

With my irrational thoughts taking over, I dropped my hands, sliding them down to the waist of his pants and tearing them open.

He jerked his mouth away from mine, his breath hot against my lips, but it was nothing compared to the heat in this room. It was scorching, sweat sliding down my temples and the nape of my neck, our kisses getting progressively messier.

Clothes were too much, and I shoved Dimitri’s pants and briefs down before doing the same to my own.

I didn’t bother kicking them off, since there was no telling if I’d find them again, and pulled my shirt up over my head.

Dimitri’s fingers disappeared and the rustle of noise told me he was doing the same.

This was a terrible idea.

But did that stop me? Hell no. In fact, I grabbed his naked ass and hauled his sweat-slicked body up against mine. He licked a wet path up my neck to my jaw, and I dropped my head back against the wall, wanting more of the hungry kisses he planted along my throat and down to my chest.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” he growled, mirroring my thoughts as he flicked his tongue over my nipple then sank his teeth in.

I gasped but didn’t back down. Instead, I retaliated by threading my fingers through his thick hair and twisting it as hard as I could.

Dimitri grunted and released me, bringing his mouth back up to mine as he slipped his hand down between us and took my cock in his palm. Strong fingers wrapped around my throbbing shaft, and I thrust my hips into his hand and shoved my tongue deep inside his mouth.

Mon Dieu. This was insane. I was insane. Dimitri clearly hated me, but damn if his body didn’t still have a hard-on for me—one he was rubbing all over my thigh. One I wanted in my mouth.

The question was, did he trust me to put it there?