Page 8 of Immoral (Park Avenue Kings #3)

BENOIT

A FTER DINNER, WE lounged by the fireplace and opened up a second bottle of wine, but the constant interruptions from members of his team had us retreating to our bedroom for the night.

Finally.

I wasn’t just curious about Dimitri’s moves between the sheets—I was also horny beyond belief. I hadn’t expected all the teasing and delayed gratification coming from the monster himself, not when that was my MO.

Before this went any further, though, there was something I needed to take care of.

When I entered the room, I picked up a small carry-on from my line of luggage and turned around, giving Dimitri a sensual smirk.

“I’m going to change into something more…enticing,” I said, running my finger down the length of his chest. It was like steel to the touch, and my cock twitched impatiently.

Dark eyes stared down at me, deep and intense. “Or you could just take everything off.”

“I could. But then you’d miss unwrapping the gift I brought to wear just for you.”

When his gaze dropped further down my body, I knew I had him. He was curious and all in on drawn-out pleasure.

“Be right back,” I sang, sashaying into the en suite and shutting the door behind me.

Once I was alone, I reached for the lip gloss and unscrewed the bottom.

A compartment opened up and I quickly unfastened the hidden cameras in my cuff links, my heartbeat picking up with Dimitri on the other side of the door.

It was always a risk wearing any kind of recording device, since he and his team would no doubt be familiar with the usual tech.

Thank God Alessio was always changing things up and creating new ways to keep our actions secret, or I would’ve been a lot more worried.

Hopefully the cameras had gotten a good view of the maps that had been laid out and marked up when I barged into the dining room.

We needed to know the locations of his meetings and whom he was meeting with.

That would go a long way in letting us know whether Dimitri Stavros’s reign could be trusted.

I popped the tiny cameras into the compartment, twisted the bottom back on, and set the gloss back in my makeup bag.

Then I listened at the door for any sound, but it was dead quiet in the bedroom.

I was tempted to make a quick call, see if the videos went through okay, but that was pushing it too far.

Besides, I had more pleasurable tasks to get to tonight.

Starting with this, I thought, pulling out the emerald-green thong I’d purchased specifically for Dimitri to enjoy. Green, the color of money and jealousy, something I figured a man like him would appreciate.

After stripping off my clothes, I put on the tiny scrap of material and admired myself in the mirror. This was the sort of thing I’d enjoyed wearing in my twenties during my performing years, when my body had been at its peak, with none of the effort it required now to look this good.

But I still had it. Thank God, or none of this would be working out to my advantage.

I gave myself another once-over, tousled my hair a bit, and then grinned. Damn right I still had it.

Wanting Dimitri to enjoy unwrapping his surprise, I reached for one of the plush navy robes hanging in the closet and slipped it on. It was much thicker than the usual hotel robes, probably to account for the weather here, but I wouldn’t be keeping it on long.

I took in a deep breath, steadying my excitement, and opened the door?—

Only to be greeted with an empty room.

What the hell? Didn’t he know he was supposed to be naked and waiting for me?

Movement outside on the balcony caught my attention, and I slid my feet into a pair of slippers before opening the door. A blast of cold air stung my face, but Dimitri sat casually in one of the chairs with a cigar, like it wasn’t below freezing.

He was silent and still, puffing on the cigar and holding the smoke in his mouth before looking up at me and blowing the stream in my direction.

“And here I was hoping we were going to heat up the night,” I said, looking out at the snow lightly falling just beyond the balcony.

“If you’re cold”—Dimitri ran his eyes over me, then looked to his lap—“I can think of a quick way to warm you up.”

I liked where this was heading.

I stepped out onto the covered space and moved over to where he lounged back in his chair like some sort of king.

“Are you inviting me to take a seat?”

Dimitri brought the cigar back to his lips—and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find the way they surrounded the end of it arousing as hell.

“I’m inviting you to do whatever will warm you up.”

When I stopped in front of him and looked down at where his ankle was propped up on his knee, Dimitri lowered it, giving me full access to climb onto his lap.

Not about to waste the opportunity to give him a little payback for his earlier teasing, I reached for the sash of my robe and ran my fingers along the tie, giving it a little twirl for added effect.

His attention shot to the move, just as I’d expected it to.

Then I slowly untied the knot and let the robe part so it was hanging from my shoulders, showing a tantalizing glimpse at what lay underneath.

“Another for your collection,” I said.

Dimitri cursed, and I reached for his cigar and brought it to my mouth. I took a puff then placed it in the ashtray beside him before I straightened and saw his eyes tracking over the strip of naked chest, abs, and the emerald thong doing its best to conceal me.

He reached down to adjust the erection pressing against the zipper of his pants.

“Uh-ah,” I said, then reached for his hand and moved it aside as I lowered myself to straddle his lap. “If you want to touch something, touch me.”

Dimitri’s eyes flared as he slipped his hand under the lapel of my robe. He placed his palm on my bare skin, and despite the frigid air outside, that first touch was like being kissed by a flame.

Heat radiated from him and warmed every part of me. I arched into his touch as he started to slide it down my chest to my nipple.

“Mmm.” The growl that rumbled through him made my dick stiffen inside its tiny confines. “I’ve imagined this moment from the second I saw you step out on the stage.”

“Me in your lap?” I reached for his shoulders, locking my fingers behind his neck, keeping me in place.

“You naked in my lap.”

“I’m hardly naked, mon monstre .”

Dimitri slipped his other hand inside my robe and snaked it around my waist, tugging me even higher up his lap. I groaned as our covered cocks met and rubbed against each other. “You will be very soon.”

“Is that right?” I teased, leaning back so I could watch his face as I ground myself over his thick erection. “Maybe you should’ve stayed inside where it was warm if that was what you were after.”

Dimitri leaned in and scraped his teeth along my jaw, his wandering hand trailing up my spine, making me arch forward.

“If we’d stayed inside, I wouldn’t have been patient enough to take a moment and enjoy you.”

“Ah.” I let my head fall back in pleasure. “Is that what you’re doing?”

Dimitri kissed his way down my neck, and when he started to suck at the base of my throat, my fingers tightened in the back of his hair. I sighed as he raised his head and locked those dark eyes on mine.

“Yes.” He slipped his fingers under the waist of the thong and grazed the sensitive head of my cock.

I sucked in a breath, catching my lower lip between my teeth, and Dimitri wrapped his hand around my dick. My eyes slammed shut as toe-curling pleasure flooded me.

“And I’m going to enjoy fucking you the rest of the night.”

I thrust my hips forward, my thighs tightening around his as I propelled myself closer to him.

Needing the friction on my dick more than my next breath.

He left scorching kisses up the side of my neck, and the contrast of his heat and the cold at my back had a shiver rolling through me.

I arched my neck to the side, wanting more of those kisses that told me just how much he wanted me.

I closed my eyes and smiled to myself as he nipped at my earlobe. “Maybe this is where payback happens. Wouldn’t that be a shame?”

Dimitri drew back, and I reached down between us to stroke his dick.

“Maybe I should leave you like this,” I said. “Wanting and hard for me. That would serve you right.”

A growl ripped free of him before the words were even out of my mouth. He stopped massaging my cock and reached up to grip the back of my neck, hauling me in close.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.” His menacing timbre shot straight between my thighs, and before I could respond, he slammed his lips down on mine, ending the conversation.

Heat and arousal swirled as Dimitri took control, and this was what I’d been waiting for—for all that power he held to come bursting out. It had only been a matter of time before his carefully contained facade would crumble and I’d get to see the pent-up passion underneath.

He didn’t give me even a second to get my bearings as he dominated the kiss, his tongue taking possession of mine and giving me my first taste of him.

And fuck— I’d known it would be good. I just didn’t expect my whole body to be on fire. He was unrelenting, holding me tight to him as our mouths explored and we stole each other’s breath.

This was exactly what I wanted, and what I’d needed after all this buildup.

As Dimitri stood up, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my robe falling open but our connection never breaking. Not even when I rocked my hips to get that intense friction I sought when our cocks rubbed up against each other.

With a curse, he kept a tight hold on me with one arm, the other reaching behind himself to open the door. The second he pulled it wide, his hand was back on my ass, plumping and kneading, his fingers moving closer to exactly where I needed them to be.

Gone was any thought of my mission, and in its place was a singular focus:

Blow my fucking mind tonight, you beautiful monster.