Page 179 of Depraved Boys

In one night, Prakash and I caught up with Leopold and Sebastian, but we didn’t have full-blown sex. With his fingers and tongue and a bit of frottage, he’d managed to give me three orgasms before allowing himself to climax. By the time we collapsed under the covers, the sky had turned from black to indigo, and the first signs of light illuminated the clouds.

I lay in his strong arms, resting my head on his shoulder and my arm around his waist, feeling sleepy and sated. All my troubles were nearly over.

Ashley was expelled. Miss Claymore had been fired, disgraced, and reported to the police. If she tried to approach Sebastian again, he would press charges about the underaged sex and the tampered brakes on his Porsche.

Bianca would eventually leave me alone when she realized that I wasn’t interested in spilling her secret before she was ready to speak to the police, and Geraldine was the least effective of the pair, who would probably take her friend’s lead.

I don’t know what happened to Corrine. Everyone said it had been suicide. The level of bullying in Brittas Academy was enough to drive a person to despair, but the bullies were brutal enough to force a lethal amount of alcohol down a person’s neck and leave them to the elements.

Now that her diary and my translations had burned, I would never uncover what had happened in her final days.

Prakash stirred. The hand around my back pulled me into his warm, hard body, and a tiny purr reverberated in the back of his throat. I slid my hand from his waist to his chest and ran my fingers over the patch of hair between his nipples, marveling at how manly it felt.

“Willow,” he whispered.

“Good morning.” I pressed a kiss on his jaw.

“Don’t go back to your room.”

I rested my hand directly on his heart. “I’ll stay here tonight.”

“Every night,” he murmured. “It’s not safe.”

“Huh?”

His breathing deepened, and my gaze flicked to the wall clock. Six-thirty-seven on a Saturday. We had plenty of time to lie in. I closed my eyes and settled myself to fall back to sleep.

“Kash?” Leopold’s voice made us both jolt.

Sunlight filled the room, probably made brighter by the clear, azure sky, and from being reflected on all the snow.

Prakash grunted. “What?”

“Breakfast.”

“Later.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pinning me into his chest, and rubbed circles on my waist.

His fingertips skimmed the tops of my pelvis and the bottom of my ribs, trailing lines of pleasure with every touch. My core stirred, and a soft moan filled the back of my throat.

He chuckled. “Ready for more?”

“Do you have someone in there with you?” Leopold asked. “Seb! Kash is harboring a stowaway.”

Prakash chuckled. “He’s such a dick.”

“You’d better let him in before he shouts the whole hallway down.”

“Someone needs to sort him out.” Prakash pulled himself out of bed and wrapped a towel around his middle, obscuring my view of his gorgeous, muscular ass.

I sat up, pulled the covers up to my chest, secured them in my arms, and enjoyed the view.

As Prakash padded across the room, sunlight from the window brought out the copper shades on the muscles rippling on his back, and I let out a contented sigh. Prakash was unfeasibly beautiful, and unfeasibly mine, as were the other kings.

He opened the door a crack. Leopold curled his fingers around the wood and pushed the door wide enough to stick his head through the gap.

Leopold’s eyes landed on me, and he opened them comically wide. “Wills, you’ve been cheating on me with my other best friend.”

I tilted my head to the side. “Isn’t that what you said when you came to pick us up at the club?”