Page 34 of Immoral (Park Avenue Kings #3)

DIMITRI

F UCK, IT WASN’T just that I wanted Benoit—I needed him. I couldn’t even deny it to myself anymore, and the second I touched him, he knew it too.

I’d meant what I said. I didn’t see a way the two of us could be together, but every one of those thoughts flew out of my head the moment my mouth was on his.

He reached for me, threading his fingers through my hair, his tongue eager to tangle with mine.

I hauled him into my arms, never breaking our connection, and he wrapped his legs tight around my waist. With every step I took, his growing erection rubbed up against mine, and fuck, I needed to get us somewhere, and fast.

When my foot smacked against the edge of the couch, sending us stumbling into it, that was enough of a sign for me. My knee hit the cushion and I lowered Benoit down onto it.

Then the frenzy began.

His mouth left mine briefly as we tore off our shirts and shoved our pants down, impatient to finally take what we’d both been missing.

I couldn’t get mine off fast enough, so I stood up and kicked them off, and saw Benoit’s pants still wrapped around his ankles.

I reached for them, and with one yank they were gone, tossed into the pile along with mine.

“You are…” Benoit licked his lips, already breathless as his gaze ran down my body before returning to my face. “…the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. Mon monstre .”

He punctuated that by reaching down to stroke himself, and he was already so hard and flushed that I knew it couldn’t be a lie. He really was as turned on by me as I was by him.

I grabbed a bottle of lube from a drawer nearby and drenched my dick with it. I’d usually want to edge him for a while, make him so crazy for me that he’d be begging for me to fill his ass, but foreplay wasn’t in the cards right now. I needed inside him more than I’d needed anything.

“On your back,” I said roughly.

He didn’t hesitate to follow my order, nor did he take his eyes off my fist around my cock.

As I moved back onto the couch and spread his thighs wide open for me, I said, “You obey so well in bed…”

I didn’t have to finish my sentence, not when he knew exactly what I was implying. Benoit didn’t mind submitting during sex, but that rebellious, headstrong nature wouldn’t allow him to do it outside the bedroom.

“Pull your legs up. I want to see what trouble I’m about to get into.”

Benoit bent his legs, grabbed hold of his knees, and pulled them up to his chest, his eager hole on proud display.

“This what you want?” he asked when I didn’t move, didn’t speak. I was too enthralled by the sight of him so open, so willing after all that I’d done to him, that it took me a moment to remember that he was offering himself to me. I wasn’t taking anything he didn’t want to give.

I scooted forward between his spread thighs and put a hand on one of his shins as I lined the head of my cock up with his tightly wound body.

“It’s exactly what I want. And this ,” I grunted, shoving inside him in one hard thrust, “is exactly what I need.”

Benoit moaned and arched his head back on the cushion, exposing the long line of his throat to me, and I leaned over him and licked a path from the hollow of his neck to his ear.

“I hate that I love this.”

Benoit turned his head and nipped at my lip. “But you do, don’t you? You love being inside me.”

Yes, I fucking did. It was like heaven and hell rolled into one, the possibility of everything I could ever want clouded by dark deception.

“I don’t want to,” I confessed as he slid a gentle hand in my hair, pushing it back from my face.

“Sometimes we don’t have a choice, mon monstre. It’s fate…”

I shook my head, refusing to believe that the one man I felt this deeply for, connected with this explosively, was the one who’d lied his way into my bed.

“Then we’re well and truly fucked, aren’t we?” I reached over his head to brace a hand on the arm of the couch. “Fated couples never end well.”

I punched my hips forward, and Benoit gasped, shifting under me with the force of my penetration, his cock never softening even with my rough handling of him.

But that was what made us such a perfect pair. We both knew what the other needed, what the other could take when we came together in moments like this. And right here and now we were tearing open old wounds, exposing our crimes, and laying bare the ugliness that had brought us to this point.

He'd lied his way into my life and I’d paid to have him there. Who was more at fault? Or was he right? Were we fated to end up this way?

A fight to the bitter end. A game of push and pull. Control and submission.

My balls tightened at the idea, the delight I took in having Benoit so vulnerable, so open, as arousing as it was satisfying. But instead of punishing him in this moment, I wanted to devour him—just in case I never got the chance again.

With my climax only a hair-trigger from explosion, I tunneled in and out of the tightest, sweetest body I’d ever been buried inside of.

But I needed more, needed forever to get what I wanted from him, and knowing I wasn’t going to have that made me let go of his leg and brace my other hand over his head.

Benoit wound his legs around me, understanding shit was about to get wild. As I intensified my pace, his thighs clenched around me at the same time his ass did.

“Fuck,” I growled, lowering my head into the crook of his neck, the sensations coursing through me overwhelming, the emotions ones I’d never experienced. “Why you?” I panted. “Why did it have to be you?”

He didn’t answer, just arched his head back against the pillow as I thrust into him so hard he gasped. My mouth grazed over the jackhammering of his pulse before moving down lower and sucking at the tender skin.

With a moan, he grabbed the back of my neck, holding me there as I pounded into him. With every drive, I could feel his cock pressed between our bodies, his arousal smearing our abs, and damn if that wasn’t a turn on.

It felt so right being inside him again, like I never should’ve left.

When I heard him whisper, “Dimitri,” his hazel eyes locked on mine, and the look he gave me made my chest clench and my body falter for a split second.

It was intense, this connection, no matter how much I tried to fight it.

No matter how wrong it was. No matter that I couldn’t keep him.

Benoit lifted himself up, just enough to capture my lips and stop the barrage of thoughts trying to slam sense into me. He wound his arms around my neck and tightened the hold his legs had around my waist, keeping us joined completely, not letting me escape.

“Fuck me,” he whispered against my lips. “Make up for all these nights we didn’t get.”

There was no time for regret, not with my cock lodged so deep inside him. And then Benoit, the minx, clenched his ass tight around me, and that was all it took—I went full throttle.

I braced myself on the arm of the couch, pulled out of his warm body, and then drove back in, just enough that I nailed his prostate on the first go.

The sound he made, a mix of a moan and a desperate cry, was music to my ears. I repeated the move, over and over, until Benoit shook so hard he could barely keep his legs wrapped around me.

“Give it to me,” I said. “Every last bit of your cum. It’s mine. You’re mine.”

Benoit trembled, his breath catching, and then the warmth of his release erupted between us. He dug his nails into my back and held on for dear life, and I didn’t give him an ounce of reprieve as I continued to rail him.

The edges of my vision started to cloud at the force of my impending climax, but I didn’t slow, didn’t stop barreling toward it.

“Yours, mon monstre ,” he said, “for however long you want me.”

I wasn’t going to acknowledge the way my mind refused a time limit, focusing instead on his admission. Yours.

Mine.

My body tensed and then I came, holding on to him and that promise like it was a lifeline—one I wasn’t sure what I would do without when I eventually had to let it go.