Page 178 of Depraved Boys

Prakash squeezed his eyes shut and scowled. “I’d better get this in case it’s urgent.”

My gaze dropped down to his underpants, where his erection hadn’t faltered an inch. “Hurry back.”

With a reluctant groan, he moved off me and shuffled out of bed. He turned around, treating me to a view of rippling muscles covered in beautiful, olive skin and a tight, hard-looking ass I longed to bite. Before padding across the room, he reached out to the rack and wrapped a towel around his middle.

He opened the door a crack and said, “Wilmington, what do you want?”

My stomach twisted with disgust. Bruce Wilmington had been the ringleader of that terrible attack on Ashley. I drew my legs up to my chest. Was he friends with Prakash?

Bruce coughed. “Barrett… No, Jarrett just scalded himself on a new hookah, and we need your first aid—”

“You’ve got a nerve to come here asking for help after what you did to the Evergreen sisters,” Prakash growled.

Bruce spluttered. “I barely touched Evergreen your twin, and that was only in jest.”

I wrapped my arms around my legs and scowled. Bruce implied that the kings were using me as their plaything, just as the knights had used and abused Ashley.

Prakash raised his chin. “I’d be happy to give you a refresher on how the kings deal with your kind of jokes.”

“Forget it, Kashaayah,” Bruce spat. “I thought after that crap with Gibbons, you’d get off your high horse and start remembering you’re no better than any of us knights.”

I drew in a sharp breath through my teeth. Bruce had referred to the pull-a-pig game. But if Prakash had publicly humiliated Corrine, someone would have told Cormac, and Cormac would have told me about it.

“The next time you come here spouting nonsense, you’ll leave without teeth,” said Prakash. “Is that clear?”

Bruce snorted. “Whatever you sa—”

Prakash closed the door before Bruce could finish his sentence. He walked back from the door, his lips curled in an apologetic smile. He stopped at his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a pack of condoms.

My stomach dropped. Five minutes ago, I would have begged him to slide into me, but hearing Bruce’s voice at the door reminded me of everything that I hated about this academy.

“K-Kash?” I brought my knees up to my chest.

He lowered himself next to me on the bed and slid the pad of his finger down my thigh. “Sorry about Wilmington. I know he’s not your favorite person. Why don’t I take your mind off him?”

“Kash.” My throat dried. “I-I’m still a virgin, and I’m not—”

Prakash drew back and stared into my eyes, his brows creased. “I thought that with all the time you spent with Leo over the Christmas break…”

A giggle bubbled up from my insides. “Believe it or not, he’s only gone so far.

“And I haven’t.” He lowered his head into the juncture of my neck and groaned. “Forgive me. I should have taken things a bit slowly.”

I ran a hand up and down his smooth, muscular back. “I’ve enjoyed every moment of our time together, but I’m not ready to go that far just yet.”

“Of course.” He straightened and pressed a kiss on my shoulder. “Sorry for being a horny bastard. Do you want me to walk you over to Leo’s or Seb’s?

“Actually…” My throat dried. “I wanted to continue with you here tonight, but to keep my knickers on.”

He took my hand and pressed a chaste kiss on my knuckle. “Why don’t we start again. This time, I’ll be the perfect gentleman.”

I grinned and lowered my legs, giving him a perfect view of my breasts. His eyes flared, and the fingers holding up his towel dropped, revealing that gorgeous, thick erection straining through the fabric of his boxers.

Pleasure rippled through my core, and I bit my lip to stifle a groan.

The desire burning in his gaze told me to ready myself for a thrilling evening.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO