Page 39 of Immoral (Park Avenue Kings #3)

BENOIT

I SHOVED ASIDE the bitterness that had crept in at how the countdown had already started. But it could’ve been worse.

I could be leaving now.

I slid my hands beneath Dimitri’s jacket and shoved it off his shoulders as I walked him backward out of the living room. We’d both put on suits to practice the pickpocketing techniques I was so adept at, but now there were far too many clothes between us.

As I started unfastening the buttons on Dimitri’s shirt, he said, “Fuck it” and ripped it off himself. Then he yanked my shirt out of my pants and tore it open, sending buttons flying in every direction down the hallway.

“That’s one way to do it,” I said with a laugh, taking off the ruined shirt along with the jacket and leaving them on the floor.

“You’re not allowed to wear anything for the rest of the night.” There was a rough, take-no-shit edge to his voice that shot straight to my cock and made me want to obey instead of rebel. Had it been anyone else, maybe I would’ve, but with Dimitri I wanted anything and everything he had to give.

I backed him through the door to his room and unbuttoned his pants. “Not allowed? You think you’re calling the shots tonight?”

“Always.” Dimitri nipped at my lower lip, and I moaned.

Putain , I was going to miss this. The way he never let me get away with anything. The way he could make me melt with one touch. No one else could do that.

His fingers found their way into my hair, his strong hand cupping the back of my neck as he angled his head and swept his tongue inside my mouth.

Just like that, every thought, every worry, left my mind.

There wasn’t the impending arrival of King; there wasn’t Dimitri’s crew; there wasn’t our jobs and responsibilities or betrayal or lies or anything else.

There was just us, holding on to each other and relishing our last hours before we left this room and the real world came back in.

It was the soft growl in the back of Dimitri’s throat when he wrapped me up tight in his arms and the feel of his stubble grazing my cheek as we inhaled each other.

I’d known from the second I saw him that I wouldn’t mind spending a few hours in his bed, but what I didn’t know was how much I’d come to crave being there. How much I’d crave being with him .

Curling my fingers into the waistband of his pants, I shoved them down before getting rid of my own.

There. Naked, just the way he wanted me.

When he leaned in to steal my breath again, I put my hand on his chest, holding him back, and a furrow creased his forehead until he saw why.

I was taking a mental picture, running my eyes over every inch of his incredible body. All of that tanned skin I knew as well as my own now, those broad shoulders made for holding on to. Powerful thighs that could hold the both of us when he fucked me, and, of course, that spectacular cock.

But somehow, even with every perfect inch of him, nothing compared to his face—those dark eyes that hid a deeply soulful man. The jagged scar across his cheek that didn’t detract from his looks but somehow added to it.

And those full lips, the ones that fit against mine like they were made to be there and whispered sensual words in my ear in the dark of night.

How was I ever supposed to leave this man?

An unexpected sting behind my eyes had me blinking fast and pushing Dimitri back onto the bed before he could see. That was a little too much vulnerability for me. The last thing I needed was his seeing unwanted tears in my eyes.

As Dimitri’s back hit the mattress and he shifted up the bed, he reached for the side table and grabbed a bottle of lube.

He tossed it to the foot of the mattress, and I picked it up and eagerly followed him up the bed, crawling between his spread thighs until I straddled his hips.

It was as if I couldn’t stand for him to be too far from me, knowing that soon he’d be a whole world away.

Dimitri went to grab for me, no doubt to roll me to my back, but I wasn’t having any of that tonight.

Up until now he’d been in full control—not that I was complaining.

But tonight I wanted his trust. I wanted to mark him, brand him as mine.

I wanted to imprint myself on him the way he had me—and to do that, I needed to be the one in control.

I took hold of his hands and laced my fingers through his, then leaned down until I had his palms trapped on the mattress.

“Uh-uh , ” I whispered across his lips. “Tonight, I’m calling the shots.”

Dimitri arched a dark brow, but where I thought I’d get pushback, all I got was a challenge. “Do your worst.”

I chuckled and nipped at his lower lip. “Don’t you know by now? That’s when I’m at my very best.”

“I’m counting on it.” Dimitri grabbed the back of my neck and held me there for a fierce kiss that had me moaning.

I sat up and stared down at the most magnificent man I’d ever had between my thighs.

Talk about a beast. Strong, powerful—and right now, completely at my mercy.

I reached for the bottle of lube, poured some into my palm, then wrapped a hand around his thick length.

I gave a rough pull that made him groan, but not once did he take his eyes from mine.

“ Mon Dieu, ” I whispered as I rocked in time with my stroking of his cock. “I love seeing you like this. Aroused, unrestrained, free of any worry but your next orgasm.”

Dimitri’s nostrils flared as the cords of his neck strained and he shoved his head into the pillow, arching up to push his dick through my fist.

It was so sensual, so erotic, the way he was moving under me, that pre-cum leaked from my own cock at the sight.

“ Oui, mon monstre. Feel it. Let go. Let me take care of you tonight.”

Dimitri swallowed, that intense stare of his softening, then slid his hands up under the headboard and nodded.

My heart skipped at his submission, at the trust he was giving to me, as he closed his eyes and surrendered control.

I pressed kisses across his chest, first to one nipple then the other, biting and sucking at the hard nubs until the cock in my hand jerked at the attention. Then I kissed a path up his neck, where I scraped my teeth along his sharp, stubbled jawline.

Dimitri was beautiful in his acquiescence.A man of beauty, strength, and power.

A man that I—somewhere along this wild, crazy ride—had fallen for.

“Benoit…”

The sound of my name in that gravel-rough voice made me tremble as I slid my tongue over his top lip and teased my way inside. Dimitri groaned and my fist tightened, and as he bucked up underneath me I knew it was time.

With a final kiss I moved back to straddle his body, and when he opened his eyes I could see the same emotions that had to be swirling in mine.

Desire, attraction, sadness, and an emotion neither of us was brave enough to voice. So I decided to show him.

I moved up to my knees and positioned him against my body, and with our eyes locked, slowly lowered myself onto his shaft. The delicious burn sent a wave of pleasure through me, and as I braced my hands on his chest to keep myself upright, I could feel the rapid thump of his heart beneath my palms.

“Put your hands on me,” I said, needing his touch to ground me, needing it to remind me that this was real. He was real.

Dimitri lowered his hands from the headboard and ran them up my thighs, then whispered, “Make me forget.”

Tears pricked behind my lids as I blinked them back. He didn’t have to elaborate. I knew exactly what he meant.

Make him forget that this was it.

Make him forget that this could never be.

Make him forget that after tonight, we would be no longer.

But how could you forget a person when they were written across your heart?

I swallowed back the emotions bubbling up and instead focused on the feel of having him deep inside me, filling me in ways no man ever had.

I clenched my thighs around his hips as I dug my fingers into his pecs, then began to rock over the top of him.

Slow at first, finding our rhythm. It was exactly what I wanted, but somehow it still wasn’t enough.

I wanted to be connected to him everywhere, wanted to feel his breath on mine as I sank down onto him again and again.

“Come here,” I said, sliding my hand to the back of his neck. “I need you.”

His eyes flared, and for a moment, I couldn’t believe I’d said that out loud. But then Dimitri sat up, adjusting our bodies so our chests met and I was fully in his lap.

Putain , this position was so much more intimate. It matched everything I was feeling, dialed to ten. He was deeper inside me than he’d ever been.

It was so much, so overwhelming, that I stilled and dropped my head on his shoulder, needing a minute to get a hold of myself and stay in the moment.

“Benoit…” My name on Dimitri’s lips sent a shiver through me. Then his hand was in my hair, gently tugging me back to look at him.

Everything swirling in his eyes was exactly why it’d been hard to look at him. I felt like I was going to crack open and spill all the thoughts running through my mind. But one look and I realized—he already knew.

“You’re in charge,” he said. “Touch me. Fuck me like I’m not a monster.”

I shook my head and ran my fingers down his face, over his scar. “You were never the monster. Just a man in a cage of your own making. Mon monstre .”

He nodded as his lips met mine. “Yours.”

My heart squeezed. For the first time in my life, I wished that could be true.

I’d never wanted anyone I could keep before.

And of all the people I’d met over my forty-two years on Earth, it had to be Dimitri Stavros.

Our paths couldn’t be more different. I’d been sent to betray him, spy, find out who he really was and then get the hell outta Dodge.

And yet…

Here we were. And I wouldn’t regret even a second of the time we’d spent together.

I fell deeper into his kiss and began to slowly rock on top of him again. As I clenched my ass around him, Dimitri brought me in closer, wrapping me in his arms and keeping every inch of us connected. He surrounded and filled me so completely that I didn’t think anything could tear us apart.

His moan when I sucked on his tongue and began to move my hips faster spurred me on.

I wanted to give him back all the pleasure he’d taken from me the past weeks.

Keeping our mouths connected, I lifted up from his lap before slamming back down on his cock.

The sounds ripping out of Dimitri with every thrust as he chased my hole were feral, untamed.

I jolted as he reached between us to take hold of my cock and give it a firm stroke.

“ Oui ,” I breathed, arching my head back as he worked his fist up and down my length and then dropped his mouth onto my neck. The way he sucked at me would bruise, but I welcomed it, wondering if he just wanted to mark me in a way that would last beyond tonight.

When sweat dripped down my temple as we raced to see who could get the other off first, Dimitri licked the path it left on my skin, and I almost lost it.

My legs began to shake every time I lowered onto him, and then my pace started to become uneven. I needed to come, but I didn’t want this to be over yet.

Our bodies had other ideas.

As Dimitri jerked me off, his hand stuttered, and then every muscle in his powerful body tightened.

“Fuck, Benoit—” His words cut off as a hot rush filled my ass and he gasped. I didn’t even need his fingers to make me come. Just watching the ecstasy on his face as he locked eyes with mine had my dick exploding between us.

With my hips rocking us through the never-ending waves of our climaxes, I held on tight to him, breathing in his scent where it was strongest beneath his ear.

This was perfect. Heaven. Why I hadn’t realized it before now was one of the great mistakes of my life.

I wish I could ? —

“Wish you could what?” Dimitri’s question had me realizing I’d started to say those private thoughts out loud, and I snapped my mouth shut.

He leaned back, taking my chin in hand and searching my eyes. It didn’t matter what I said; it had to be written all over my expression.

There went having the best poker face among my brothers.

“Tell me,” he demanded, and I couldn’t find it in myself to lie to him anymore.

I brushed his hair back from his face. “I wish I could stay. I wish I could love you.”

What I didn’t say was for the rest of our lives , but that had been enough.

Those dark, piercing eyes softened and he swallowed. “I know,” he said quietly, bringing my hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to each one of my fingers. “I wish that too.”

And that was almost worse than silence.