Page 5 of Immoral (Park Avenue Kings #3)

DIMITRI

Location: A Snow-Covered castle in Prague, Czech Republic

T HE WARMTH OF my breath cut through the frigid air as I stood alone on an upstairs balcony at the castle I’d commandeered in Prague. Several feet of fresh snow had fallen overnight, blanketing the grounds and giving the illusion of peace. Safety. Beauty.

All things that were unfamiliar to me, but made this the perfect hidden place for business.

“ETA two minutes,” Omar said, coming to stand beside me.

I nodded, scanning the distance before I headed back inside, Omar following after me silently. At least until we started down the grand staircase.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, boss? Not saying you don’t deserve it, but now’s not the time for distractions.”

I turned around so fast that Omar had to reach for the railing to catch himself.

Taking a step back up so we were eye to eye, I said, “That’ll be the last time you question me.”

He nodded. “Understood.”

Without another word, I started back down, and another member of my team opened the front doors so I could be there to welcome my guest when he arrived.

Benoit Olivier hadn’t been an easy one to pin down, and that was half the reason why I’d wanted him to join me.

No one in their right mind would acquiesce so easily to someone with my reputation unless they had ulterior motives.

That Benoit had turned me down not once, but twice, only upped the ante, and I’d given him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

A demand, really. One I hadn’t been sure he’d follow until I got word he’d boarded my private plane. Now here he was, willingly stepping into my world for the next month, and I planned to keep him as close as humanly possible.

The car pulled to a stop on the snow-filled courtyard, where the driver emerged and immediately moved to open the back door.

A second later, a leather-covered hand took his and Benoit emerged, elegant as ever in a pair of tall winter boots lined with fur, tight tailored pants, and, as always, his signature cape.

He had on a pair of sunglasses to ward off the glare from the setting sun, and after scanning the sparse white landscape, his attention finally locked on to me.

“Well, if this isn’t a fantasy come to life.

” He lowered his glasses to look me over before sliding them back up.

“You’re forgiven for not mentioning we’d be vacationing in a winter paradise.

If it hadn’t been for your driver suggesting I put on something warmer, you would’ve missed out on this entire look. ”

I slid my hands into my pockets and walked toward him, eyeing the driver taking bag after bag after bag from the trunk. “It seems you would’ve found something.”

“I wasn’t told where I was going, so I was forced to pack for every occasion.”

The sheer amount of suitcases spoke to that fact, but I wasn’t giving away details regarding our whereabouts this month. The last thing I needed was a spy in our midst.

“I hope you also packed wisely,” I said.

“Meaning?”

“Your bags will be searched for weapons. You better hope they don’t find any.”

Several of my men exited the house to collect the luggage, and as they disappeared back inside, Benoit let out a laugh and took hold of my arm.

“Oh, Dimitri,” he said as we entered the foyer. “Are you always this paranoid?”

“Careful, am I always this careful , and the answer is yes.”

I steered him toward the parlor off to the right, and he removed his glasses to take in the antique, old-world interior.

“Next I suppose you’re going to tell me they’re going to come in here and search me .” He dropped his hold on my arm and continued into the room until he realized I wasn’t following and spun back around.

I shut the doors behind me and flipped the lock.

“No, they won’t be searching you,” I said, closing the space between us. “That’s my job.”

“Oh, I see.” Benoit arched a brow, his eyes roving over my face. “Tell me, mon monstre , do you search all of your guests this way? Or am I lucky and getting the hands-on treatment from the head of the house?”

If I’d thought Benoit would balk at my announcement, I was dead wrong, as he reached for the clasp of his cape and unfastened it.

“I don’t have guests at my house.”

“And yet here I am.” The cape parted and Benoit removed it from his shoulders with a quick flick of his wrist.

The black turtleneck he revealed molded to his fit body like a second skin, and paired with the tailored pants and boots, he could’ve passed for a cat burglar on the prowl.

Another good reason to search the man. Though, truth be told, if he were hiding a weapon, I was going to have to go hunting for it.

The thought had my lips curling.

“Something amusing?” Benoit asked as he dropped his cape over the arm of the antique couch facing the fireplace.

“Not at all. Arms out.”

“Oh no you don’t. I saw that smirk.” Benoit glanced over his shoulder as I moved around behind him. “You were almost smiling.”

“I don’t smile.”

“Why not? Worried it’ll ruin your fierce reputation?”

I stepped in behind him and clasped the back of his neck. “Eyes forward.”

Benoit licked along his lower lip and turned back to face the doors. “Would you like me to bend over, too?”

Yes, I would. But I needed to search him, and I wouldn’t get through that if he was bent over.

“Don’t tempt me,” I growled, then slid my hand from his neck across his shoulder, my free hand searching his other side.

Down his arms, then up and under to his ribs, where I trailed my fingers along the soft material, searching for any kind of weapon. A small gun or knife could be hidden just about anywhere, and in Benoit’s line of work I wouldn’t have been surprised to find either one on him.

I slipped my hand under the hem of his sweater, checking along the waist of his pants, and at the touch of my fingers against his bare skin, Benoit trembled.

“ Merde . You could’ve warmed your hands before putting them all over me.”

My dick kicked against the zipper of my pants at his suggestion, but I merely grunted in response before running my palms over his ass, then down to feel along the legs of his pants.

It took everything I had not to linger there, remembering how good those legs had looked naked and shiny under the lights. Instead, I moved to the front.

My cock throbbed as I placed my hands on his shoulders, and when Benoit looked up at me from beneath his lashes, I was close to saying fuck it and strip-searching him the way my dick wanted me to.

“I have to admit, I was a little worried when you mentioned this search as a welcome. But I’m starting to think if you greeted everyone this way, you’d have a lot more friends than you would enemies.”

With my hands at his neck, I moved my thumb up to the top of the turtleneck and drew it down so I could see his Adam’s apple.

“Who said I want friends?”

Benoit swallowed, and I watched his tanned throat work under my thumb.

“Right, well, maybe just someone you wouldn’t have to pay to be here.”

“Maybe so. But I don’t like leaving things to chance.” I moved my hands to his shoulders once more and glided them along his arms, ribs, and then down the front of his sweater to the button of his pants. “I wanted you here, and now I have you.”

I shifted my hand down to cover an erection that rivaled my own, and Benoit sucked in a breath and reached for my arms.

“Uh, no weapon hiding in there, mon monstre . But if you want to look closer, I won’t stop you.”

I was tempted as Benoit arched forward into my touch, but I had a few more places to check before I did anything like that.

“If I didn’t know better”—I curled my fingers around him—“I’d think you were trying to distract me.”

Benoit chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent fire licking through my veins.

“ Au contraire. You’re the one whose hand is around my cock.”

“Just being thorough,” I murmured, then released him and continued before I changed my mind.

I crouched down, and if I thought I’d been tempted by merely a touch, seeing his hard-on outlined behind the wool of his pants was fucking torture.

But again, Omar’s warning of becoming distracted ran on a loop and wouldn’t leave me be.

So I felt my way up and down each of his legs until I got to his boots.

That was when I saw it—the shiny glint of a handle tucked inside those tall fur boots.

I dipped my fingers inside the leather and fur and removed a slim knife with a jeweled handle.

I glanced up at Benoit, who was looking down at me. When I held the knife up, the sassy minx grinned.

“Whoops.”

Narrowing my eyes, I quickly checked the other, and when that was clear I got to my feet. “ Whoops ?”

“ Oui. With the excitement of packing and being whisked away, I must’ve forgotten I put that in there.”

I flipped the knife in my hand and held the pointy tip just under his chin, angling his face up to mine. “You forgot? I specifically asked you about weapons. Told you I was going to search you.”

“Well, it sounded like a fun get-to-know-you game.” Benoit winked at me. Winked , while I was holding a fucking knife under his chin. Ballsy. I liked it. “Plus, you can hardly blame me. You are a strange man paying for my company… One can’t be too careful.”

Ah . He wanted to play, did he? He’d spent every encounter we’d had teasing my dick, and now it was time he paid for that.

“You’re right,” I said, lowering the knife down his body to the button of his pants. “You can’t be too careful.”

With a quick flick of the knife, the button went flying across the room, and Benoit sucked in a breath. But given the way his cock throbbed against my hand as I lowered his zipper, it wasn’t a gasp of fear.

I tucked the knife into the back of my pants and then slid my hand inside Benoit’s open zipper. He was so hard, the heat of him scorched the thin fabric of his briefs.

I let my fingers wander, up and down his straining dick and underneath to cradle his balls.

“Now this is what I call a welcome,” Benoit said, his voice low and full of arousal as he pushed his hips toward me.

Taking full advantage of his enjoyment, I curled my palm around his length and stroked him, once, twice, then got into a steady rhythm that had him breathing more erratically.

It was tempting to continue, to get him naked and writhing beneath me. I could almost hear the way he’d come apart, the sounds he’d make as I fucked him into mind-blowing orgasms all night.

That would happen. But for now, patience.

I removed my hand and backed away, grabbing the knife so I wouldn’t do something stupid, like reach for him again.

“You’re clear,” I said, and held up the knife. “But I’m keeping this.”

A groan ripped out of Benoit, followed by unintelligible French curses. He pinned me with narrowed eyes. “You brought me all this way to be a tease?”

“You should know. You’ve been teasing my dick since I met you.”

“Ah, so this was payback.” He pulled his zipper up. “Well done. Just remember, two can play that game.”

Twenty minutes in and this month was already off to a tantalizing start. I just needed to get him out of this fucking parlor, because otherwise we might not leave it tonight.

“Come,” I said, and opened the door. “Let me show you where we’ll be staying.”