Page 176 of Depraved Boys

“And you saved me from Bianca and her group of sycophants. Thank you for taking such good care of me.” I rose onto my tiptoes and pressed my lips onto his.

Prakash stilled for a heartbeat then took over the kiss. He wrapped a possessive arm around my waist, making me feel like I was his to protect, his to kiss, and his to love. Melting into the kiss, I parted my lips and moaned.

His tongue met mine in a dance of mint-flavored caresses, and the arm around my waist pulled us closer.

I threaded my fingers through his thick, black hair, marveling at how silky it felt under my fingertips. Everything about this guy was strong and masculine.

“Are you sure about this?” he murmured into the kiss.

“Would you break my heart?”

“Never,” he said in a voice as strong as iron.

“Then I’m certain.”

“Then I won’t cease kissing you until you make me stop.”

With a growl, he walked me backward to the edge of his bed, still kissing, tasting, devouring my mouth until my knees weakened, and I lowered myself to the mattress. He bent and placed a knee on the mattress at either side of my hips and laid me flat on the bed.

A breath caught in the back of my throat. I swept my gaze down from the thick strands of inky black hair framing eyes that burned like coals to a curling mouth of full, devastatingly kissable lips. Prominent pectoral muscles bulged from his white, cotton shirt, and a thick erection protruded from his green, uniformed pants.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he snarled. “I don’t know if I can hold back.”

Excitement surged between my legs, making me squeeze them together. I whispered, “How long?”

“From the moment I saw you in the hallway with your sister. I couldn’t look at you in case you noticed the desire in my eyes.”

I swallowed hard. “All I saw was contempt.”

Flashing me a grin of straight, white teeth, he pounced on top of me, placed his hands over my wrists, and maneuvered them at the sides of my head. “Then I hid my emotions well.”

Every nerve ending tingled with excitement. This was nothing like my first time in the hideout with Leopold and Sebastian, who had taken things at a slower, more gentlemanly pace. But this aggressive side to Prakash was thrilling, and I couldn’t wait to see how far he would go.

I glanced from left to right. “What are you doing?”

“Keeping you in place.”

Licking my lips in anticipation of another kiss, I murmured, “It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

“I intend to keep you that way,” he murmured into my ear.

A shiver skittered down my spine and settled into my fully awakened core. Prakash Kashaayah, the most aloof of the kings, now had me in his grip and wasn’t letting go. I arched up into his chest, and he growled his approval.

“Do you know how many times in calculus I thought about turning around and kissing your pretty, pink lips?” He nipped at my earlobe.

Ripples of pleasure traveled down to my nipples. Even though he held me in place, he still balanced his weight on his knees and elbows. I wanted to feel his body everywhere on mine and rock into his tantalizing hardness.

“You barely even looked in my direction,” I whispered.

“Because it took every ounce of self-control to stop myself from doing this.”

His hand trailed up my bare thigh, sending a line of fire to my core, which pulsed and heated with desire. I swallowed hard. The other kings had been tentative, almost gentlemanly, if one set aside Leopold’s naughty words, but Prakash was masterful. Dominant. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he wanted me.

“Please,” I murmured. “If I don’t feel your body on top of mine right now, I think I’ll explode.”

His dark brows rose a fraction. “As you wish.”

With excruciating slowness, Prakash lowered his torso onto mine. I parted my legs and bucked my hips, my silent way of saying I wanted to feel all of him. Prakash obliged, and his erection lay flush against my core.