Page 154 of Depraved Boys

Her dark brow arched. “An observation.”

With a shake of my head, I opened the door, stepped into the hallway, and slammed the door shut.

All three of the kings jumped back at my sudden movement, but Leopold was the first to approach.

“What happened?” he whispered. “Did you get a juicy confession?”

My shoulders slumped, and a lump formed in my throat. How could I phrase my total and utter defeat? It was so unlike me to act rashly. If I waited for Mrs. Benazir’s return, Miss Claymore might have been the one leaving the school in handcuffs.

“I got expelled,” I whispered.

“You—“ Leopold glanced at Sebastian and Prakash, who kept a respectful distance. “What?”

“She just made up a bunch of crap about worrying for my sanity and forced me to resign for my own good.”

His face blanked. “Maybe it’s for the best.”

“What?”

“I want you here, but not if it’s at the cost of your life.”

“But—”

Leopold placed his fingertips on my lips. “Think about it.” His gaze darted to the door of Miss Claymore’s office. “Someone wants you out of the way, and she probably won’t stop coming after you until you’re gone.”

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Let’s help you pack.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

That night, Leopold and I returned to my room and packed my things. He borrowed the jeep, and we traveled back to Cummersdale in defeated silence. It was probably for the best. Miss Claymore would only strike back harder if I stayed, but it still rankled that she was now free to harass and assault Sebastian.

Leopold parked the jeep outside the cottage, and I rummaged through my pockets for the house keys. After helping me with my bags, he stretched and yawned.

“Don’t drive back tonight,” I said.

His gaze flicked down to my lips. “You want me to stay the night?”

“Only if you keep your hands to yourself.”

Leopold placed his palm on the center of his chest. “I swear on everything that’s holy I will not rub against you during the night.”

“Thanks.”

A smile curled around the edges of his lips. “But I make no promises once the sun rises.”

The next morning, Leopold’s erection ground into my ass. He snaked his hands under my arms, cupped my breasts, and rolled my nipples between his fingers. Sparks of pleasure shot down to my core, making the pulse between my legs pound.

My first day of being expelled was starting well. I pushed my ass into his hardness.

“Wills, keep rubbing against me like that, and I’ll cum like a hose.”

A laugh huffed out from between my lips. “Is that a medical condition?”

“Category six hypertensive ejaculation.” He groaned as his erection settled between my ass-cheeks. “It’s no laughing matter.”

“Is there anything I can do to relieve the pressure?”

One of his hands traveled down my belly and between my legs. He dipped a finger between my slick folds and rubbed the moisture over my throbbing clit. A breath caught in my throat, and I arched back into Leopold’s warm, hard body.