Page 6 of Immoral (Park Avenue Kings #3)

BENOIT

D IMITRI FLIPPING THE script and teasing my cock without following through should’ve frustrated me to no end. Instead, I was intrigued as I followed him up the grand staircase, albeit a bit uncomfortably with my erection strangled by the tight fit of my pants.

Who was this man, really? That was the question I was determined to get the answer to before this month was up. If the thorough way he searched my body was any indication of his prowess in the bedroom, it was going to be an enjoyable few weeks on the job.

Add in that we were in Prague, one of the most beautiful cities in the world, and I was in heaven.

As Dimitri led us down a long, dimly lit hall, I took in the elaborate paintings surrounding us on both sides, almost all of them depicting an architectural masterpiece somewhere in the city. I’d only been here once or twice in my life, so I hoped he was up for a little exploring during this trip.

“This is where we’ll be tonight.” He made an abrupt turn, and as we headed into the decently sized but not overly large room, he nodded at my bags, all perfectly lined up against the wall like they hadn’t been searched.

“Not obsessed with size, I see.” I ran my fingers along the edge of the bed, the material softer and more plush than it looked.

“This isn’t up to your standards?”

“I didn’t say that.” As I regarded our accommodations, I lounged back on the mattress, resting on my hands. “It might be a tight fit for all of my clothes, though. You don’t mind a tight fit, do you?”

Dimitri’s dark eyes narrowed a fraction before he ran them down my body, where the waist of my pants lay open without the button closure. I was tempting, I knew that much. Dimitri knew it too, judging by the impressive erection tenting his pants.

Feel free to give in, I thought, waiting for him to take the bait. After a long trip and his cock-teasing body search, I was horny as hell and could use a good fuck to take the edge off.

And I knew without a doubt that Dimitri would be a very good fuck. Something about that stoic nature told me he only let loose on his sexual partners, and I was willing to offer myself for the taking.

Really, this whole mission was entirely selfish at this point.

“Don’t bother,” Dimitri said, but before I could protest, he continued, “unpacking. We’ll be moving rooms tomorrow.”

“Moving rooms? Why?”

“I never stay in the same place twice when traveling.”

So he was paranoid, because who changed rooms every single night? At least it explained why we weren’t in the largest suite of the castle. At least, I hoped this wasn’t, or it didn’t bode well for the other rooms.

“You do know you can simply have someone change your sheets every night instead of having to change rooms,” I said.

“And give my enemies an advantage?” His jaw tensed, accentuating the hard lines of his face. “Predictability gets you killed.”

“So you move rooms like musical chairs.”

“Exactly.”

“That’s got to be exhausting.”

Dimitri shrugged. “Better to be exhausted than dead.”

Now that I could agree with. I ran my hand over the luxurious covers and patted the spot beside me. “What do you say, then, to a little…nap?”

“If you think the first time I get in a bed with you is going to be to sleep, you’re not half as intelligent as that quick wit of yours led me to believe.”

I preened at the compliments. “Well, you wouldn’t hear me complaining.”

“No, your mouth would be too busy.”

My dick stiffened at the suggestion as my eyes traveled down to what I assumed he’d shut me up with. Pleased to see the sexual tension sizzling in the air was coming from both sides, I arched my hips.

“If this is another version of teasing my dick, I have to admit, I preferred the one where you used your hand.”

“I’m not teasing you this time. Just stating facts. Something I’ll be happy to prove, after dinner.”

My stomach growled the second food was mentioned, and it wasn’t until that moment that I’d realized I was a little hungry.

I licked at my lips. “I could eat.”

I couldn’t be sure, but I could’ve sworn Dimitri’s lips quirked. I was determined to make that man smile, even if it killed me.

Which it might.

“I’ll expect you downstairs in an hour. If you need anything pressed, washed?—”

“My back?” I suggested, then batted my lashes. “Or maybe my…front.”

“Clothes-wise.” Dimitri pointed to a panel on the wall. “Hit this button and someone will be up to assist.”

I got to my feet and inclined my head. “Thank you, mon monstre . I think I’m going to take a shower, since you’re hell-bent on leaving me all alone.”

I reached for the hem of my turtleneck sweater and drew it off, tossing it on the bed. Dimitri’s eyes flared and he grunted, then he turned on his heel and headed to the door, where he stopped and glanced over his shoulder.

“But don’t think for a minute you won’t be in there with me.” I slipped my hand down my pants and gave myself a firm squeeze. “You’ll be there in spirit.”

Dimitri shook his head then marched out the door, slamming it behind him. The second I heard him head off down the hall, I zipped up and raced over to the door to put my ear to it.

I waited there for a good minute, maybe two, to make sure he wasn’t going to turn around and come back before I did a quick visual sweep of the room.

Everything looked standard enough—queen-size bed, nightstands, a chest of drawers, and a couple of paintings hanging on the walls—but you never knew what could be hiding.

First things first: I needed to check for bugs—though that might be even a little too invasive for Dimitri, given what he’d promised would be happening after dinner.

Either way, I wasn’t leaving anything to chance.

I checked the wall hangings first, the frames, behind the canvases, sweeping my fingers along the gilded gold and under any latches or hooks.

Nope. Nothing.

Next on the agenda were the lamps. I checked both, taking the shades off and looking at the base to see if anything could be planted there—again, nothing.

The bed was next—the frame, underneath, and under the mattress until I was satisfied there was nothing that would be recording any of my secrets, whether they be business or pleasure related.

Not that it would be the first time I’d found my sexual escapades on tape. I mean, who wouldn’t want to record something so spectacular?

After searching the drawers and every other nook and cranny I could find, I was fairly confident I was alone. But not about to take any chances, I opened my suitcase and grabbed a change of clothes, underwear, and my makeup bag, then headed into the bathroom and shut the door.

Like the room, the bathroom was nothing showy.

It was a decent size and hosted an average shower, bathtub, and vanity.

That was interesting. A man like Dimitri could afford the best of the best. Instead he’d chosen to stay in some secluded castle in the middle of nowhere, which I assumed was the appeal. No one could get to him.

Or maybe it was that I couldn’t get away.

It should’ve alarmed me, but I didn’t hate that idea. In fact, I kind of liked it. People always underestimated me, and the fact that Dimitri regarded me with as much caution as I regarded him made my dick hard.

It wasn’t that I thought he was threatened by me. But he was distracted by me and knew that made him vulnerable. Something I planned to take full advantage of.

After hanging my clothes, I went to the shower and got the water running. But instead of fully undressing and stepping inside, I went back to where my makeup bag sat on the vanity and unzipped it.

I rifled through the contents—lipsticks, eye shadow, foundation—until I found the small compact I’d buried at the bottom.

With the jeweled case in hand, I tiptoed over to the door and opened it a crack, making sure no one had entered the bedroom.

When I was satisfied it was clear, I closed the door and put my back to it.

Then I flipped open the compact and removed the powder and brush from inside, revealing a small pocket phone.

I grinned, remembering how pleased Alessio had been with himself when he first presented me with this.

“You can beat your face, isn’t that what you say? Or call someone to save you from a beating.”

He’d been totally off with his terms, but I appreciated the thought behind it.

My heart pounded as I dialed the number, knowing that if Dimitri came back, if he knocked on the door and caught me, I’d be as good as dead.

It didn’t take but one ring, and I didn’t bother with any small talk. I merely confirmed my arrival, then gave them the intel they needed for what I had planned next.

“Tomorrow night. Christmas market.”

I ended the call.