Page 71 of Twisted Elites

The first time he’d kissed me in this jeep, it had been my first kiss. Back then, I would never have imagined being stripped half-naked, kissing him with such intensity while riding his best friend’s prick. But back then, even the pad of his finger grazing my nub was enough to send me running out of the jeep. Now, those two could do anything to me, and I would love it.

“Wills,” Leopold said through panting breaths. “You look so fucking hot, kissing Sebastian while shagging me. Are you going to fuck him next?”

I couldn’t reply because my mouth was too full of Sebastian’s tongue.

Leopold’s hand slid down to my belly, and he rubbed circles over my clit with his thumb. Pleasure coiled around my core, making the muscles constrict. He continued those tight, little circles, building up the sensations until I had to break away from Sebastian’s lips and rest my head on Leopold’s shoulder. Pressure mounted, and I squeezed and spasmed around Leopold’s prick until I clenched so tight, he could no longer thrust in and out.

Still, he continued tormenting my clit with that clever thumb. I clenched my fists, clenched my teeth, squeezed my eyes shut as Leopold pushed me beyond my tolerance for pleasure, and something snapped.

Powerful convulsions sent ecstasy surging from my core in waves. I sobbed my relief on Leopold’s shoulder.

Next to me, Sebastian groaned out his climax, and Leopold shuddered out his orgasm, crying out something about my fist of fury.

* * *

My backseat interlude with Leopold and Sebastian was enough to wash away any lingering feelings I had about Ashley’s arrest. She’d had the choice to report those boys to the police, but she had decided to poison them instead, not even knowing if they would smoke that particular batch of cannabis or sell it to another unwitting student.

We arrived at the academy just as the last of the students left the dining room after breakfast.

“Willow!” shouted a familiar voice.

Cormac hopped from foot to foot, his eyes twinkling with excitement. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

Sebastian placed an arm around my shoulders. “She’s busy.”

Cormac’s eyes hardened. “Is it too much to ask for a moment with my best friend?”

“If you’re going to—”

“It’s alright.” I stepped away from Sebastian and gave Cormac an apologetic smile. “What’s up?

“I’ve finished it,” said Cormac.

“What?”

“Corrine’s diary.”

My eyes bulged. “How did you manage to decipher the end?”

“You did most of the leg-work by identifying foreign words. Do you know any Japanese?”

I shook my head. “Did she?”

“We used to watch anime together and read manga on the internet. Corrine was a genius with languages. Some of the words we couldn’t understand were Romanji.”

“That’s Japanese?” My brows drew together.

“A transliteration of the Japanese language into roman characters,” he replied.

“What does the diary say?” I asked. “Are there any clues to the identity of her killer?”

Further back down the hallway, Leopold and Sebastian stiffened.

Cormac’s face twisted with anguish, and he took several deep breaths. “I couldn’t bring myself to read her last entries, so I saved them for you.”

Chapter 18

My breath caught in the back of my throat. My knees, which ached from riding Leopold in the back seat of the jeep, buckled. I braced my arm against an oak wall panel and gaped at Cormac. With the translation complete, we would finally get to know if Corrine committed suicide. And if someone had murdered her, the diary would give us clues as to the identity of the killer.