Page 9 of Twisted Elites

“Oh!” I lost the ability to form words. To think. To feel anything else but Sebastian’s strong, hard body, Leopold’s mouth on my neck, his hot thick length between my fingers, and the wet tip poking into my hip.

Digging my nails into Sebastian’s muscular shoulder, I rolled my hips in time with his thrusts. Pleasure surged between us in a wave so intense, I cried out.

“Fuck, Willow,” he groaned into my lips. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

If it was anything like the effect he had on my body, that had to be the biggest compliment since the time he had climaxed just by looking at my body.

One of Leopold’s hands snaked between our joined bodies, and he gripped my nipple between his fingers. The pain-pleasure sensation spread across my body like forks of lightning and pushed me over that edge.

The first spasm was so hard, it bordered on pain. My core muscles relaxed, releasing waves of pleasure that continued spreading long after the second spasm hit. I released my grip on his shoulder, and my arm flopped to the side.

A scream tore from my lips, but Sebastian swallowed it in his kiss. He rolled his hips, the movement drawing out my climax.

Leopold’s organ thickened in my fingers, pulsed, and warm, wet fluid splashed on my hip. “F-fuck!”

Sebastian continued his rhythm of rolling thrusts, never slowing, never easing off the pressure until his entire body went rigid. He threw his head back and roared.

Afterward, we took off our sodden underwear and settled into the crisp, cotton sheets. I curled on my side, resting my head on Sebastian’s muscular shoulder, and Leopold spooned behind me.

“They usually release suspects the next day,” muttered Sebastian. “But I’ve arranged for a lawyer to pay the police a visit in case they decide to keep Kash any longer.”

* * *

The next morning, we visited the police station. It took a lot of pestering for the bored-looking receptionist to take our request for an update on Prakash’s case seriously, and even longer for her to tell us whether a police officer would come out.

Just before noon, an altercation broke out on the street. Two young women, one of whom carried a toddler, screeched and shoved each other to the encouraging jeers of their friends.

A middle-aged woman in a tweed suit hurried past them with her head ducked. The messy salt-and-pepper hair bun looked familiar.

I shot out of my seat. “That’s Mrs. Benazir!”

We hurried out of the station, where our headmistress entered a red Aston Martin. Pushing aside speculations on why she drove such an expensive vehicle, I picked up my pace.

“Mrs. Benazir?” Sebastian shouted.

She wound down the window and frowned. “What are you three doing out of the academy?”

“What’s happening with Kash?” Leopold pulled open the car door.

I clasped my hands to my chest, trying to stop my heart from breaking through my ribcage. If the headmistress was leaving already, it had to be a bad sign.

“An important statement has come in, implicating him in Ashley’s assault. They’re going to keep him for an extra day.”

My nostrils flared. “Do you honestly believe Prakash would beat a girl bloody and then leave her in his room for the police to find?”

Mrs. Benazir pursed her lips. “The matter is out of my hands. I suggest you return to the academy now before I take disciplinary action.”

“What are you doing for him?” I asked. “Have you appointed him a lawyer?”

The headmistress’s mouth gaped open, which was answer enough. “Go back to your classes now, or you’ll find yourselves suspended.”

She wound up the window.

“Wait!” I shouted.

Mrs. Benazir slammed the door shut, started the ignition, and pulled out.

Leopold placed a hand around my waist and pulled me out of the road. “She’s incompetent and is over her head. Sebastian’s already made arrangements via the club. Let’s go back to Brittas and wait to hear from his lawyer.”