Page 14 of Wicked Elites

His face dropped. “Don’t you want a drink?”

“I need to get back to my sister.”

“But she can look after herself,” he whined. “And I don’t even know your name.”

“Willow Evergreen.”

His brows furrowed. “If you change your mind, I’ll be over there with the football team. My name is Will Parker-Bloom.”

Clutching my purse to my chest, I gave him another weak smile. He was friendly, but it seemed that in these circles, even fourteen-year-olds were more worldly than me. Maybe I could find somewhere quiet to hide away and sit until Ashley was ready to return to the academy.

I walked back to Bruce’s sofa, but there was no sign of my sister. Instead, a pair of auburn-haired twin boys I had spotted before took turns kissing a girl with bleached blonde hair.

“Excuse me,” I shouted over the music. “Have you seen Ashley?”

One of the twins broke away from the girl and cast his gaze up and down my body. I wrapped my arms around my middle and curled my shoulders. Why had I even come to a place like this? I was so out of my depth.

“The harlot in the red tank top?” drawled the bleached blonde. “She got wasted on champagne and disappeared with Bruce to ride his joystick.”

I clenched my teeth. First, the two girls wearing scraps of leather at the door sneered at Ashley’s modest attire and called her a tart, and now this girl, letting two boys kiss and grope her in public, called her a harlot. I would have laid into her, but then she wouldn’t give me any more information about Ashley.

The twin with his hand up the girl’s top scoffed. “What a lightweight!”

“Bruce said they would go out in his BMW,” I shouted over the music.

She threw her head back and laughed. “He wishes he could drive! He probably just took her upstairs.”

I turned on my heel and strode across the dance floor. Someone grabbed me around the waist from behind, swayed his hips against my ass, and breathed alcohol fumes down my neck. I tried shouting over the music and shrugging him off, but his hand traveled up my torso and squeezed my left boob.

Anger rushed through my veins. Was this what Cormac had meant by sexual harassment at the school? I stamped on his foot, wrenched his arms out from around my middle, ran out into the hallway and up the nearest set of stairs. The sooner I found Ashley, the sooner I could tell her to come and find me when she was ready to leave.

The upper floor of the mansion was a corridor of mahogany doors, illuminated by dim wall lights. Every door I tried was locked, plummeting my hopes of finding my sister. I managed to push a door open, only to find two boys sitting on the edge of a bed, playing cards. Both were bare-footed.

“Excuse me,” I said. “Have you seen—”

“Fuck off!” shouted one of the boys.

I backed out of the room. “Sorry!”

The next few doors were also locked, and the next time I found an open door, I didn’t dare peer inside. Instead, I shouted Ashely’s name, and the occupants told me she wasn’t there. I was about to lose hope when the final door in the hallway opened. No one answered when I called out Ashley’s name, so I stepped in.

Leopold stood naked and as proud as a gladiator with the blonde girl kneeling in front of him with her lips wrapped around his erection. Her cheekbones rounded as though the knowledge of being caught nude with a boy’s penis in her mouth had made her evening complete. Leopold turned to me, a lazy grin gracing his handsome features.

My mouth dried, a pulse thudded between my legs, and tingles radiated down my thighs and up my belly. I had seen clips on the internet of porn stars performing blow jobs, but never anything in real life or with people my age. Every muscle in my mouth seized, and arousal rooted me to the spot.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Take it all in.”

“Hmmm!” She made the kind of pleasured sound I made from dipping a stick of KitKat into a cup of tea and sucking off the melted chocolate.

A little voice in the back of my head screamed at me to turn away, to walk out. They had heard me at the door and hadn’t told me to go away. Standing here would be playing into some kind of exhibitionist fantasy, but my legs wouldn’t move.

The side-view of Leopold’s bulging biceps, prominent pectoral muscles, and his hard, sculpted ass turned my breaths into rapid and shallow pants, and blood roared between my ears. He threaded his hand in her hair and pulled her back, showcasing an organ so long and thick, my muscles turned slack.

I clenched the door frame, trying to stay upright, and a soft moan slipped from my lips.

Leopold’s grin widened, and satisfaction glinted in his aquamarine eyes. “Join us. Two mouths are better than one.”

The blonde girl turned, her features twisted with disgust. “What are you doing, you lecher?”