Page 197 of Depraved Boys

The door clicked shut behind us, leaving Sebastian in the hallway with the butler. I turned around and strained to listen, but couldn’t hear a word. An upscale place like this probably had soundproofed rooms.

“What’s Sebastian doing?” I asked.

“Not sure.” Leopold wrapped his arms around my shoulders, enveloping me in his large, hard body. Inhaling his summer and sea-breeze scent, I leaned into his embrace and clung onto him as though he was the only thing keeping me from falling into a pit of despair.

“I’m worried,” I whispered. “What on earth did Mrs. Benazir mean when she said the evidence against him is overwhelming?”

Leopold placed a finger on my lips. “Speculating without information is futile, and we’ll never get to sleep. Between the three of us, we’ll work something out.”

I rested my forehead on his shoulder and sighed. “You’re right. I just wish we weren’t being shut out.”

“Same here. We’ll do what we did last year to help Kash.” He rubbed the small of my back.

I drew away and was about to ask what he meant when Sebastian opened the door and stepped into the room. Leopold wrapped an arm around my middle and asked, “What were you two talking about?”

“A contingency plan.” Sebastian crossed the room, sat on the leather ottoman at the foot of the bed, and toed off his shoes.

I tilted my head to the side and waited for him to elaborate.

Leopold folded his arms across his chest. “You think Kash did it?”

“It doesn’t matter what we believe.” Sebastian shouldered off his blazer. “Someone in the school is messing with Willow and Ashley, and now they’ve turned their attention to Kash.”

“Do you think Miss Claymore’s working behind the scenes?” I asked.

“Who knows with that woman.” Sebastian pulled off his tie.

“I had a feeling she wouldn’t leave quietly,” Leopold muttered.

I massaged my temples. “So, she’s trying to hurt you through Prakash.”

With his arm still around my waist, Leopold guided me to the side of the bed. Placing both hands on my shoulders, he lowered me onto the mattress. “Sebastian has to be the ultimate target.”

“What are we going to do?” I chewed my bottom lip.

Leopold knelt at my feet and pulled off my loafers. “Nothing. Even if we hand over Sebastian with a dozen condoms and two tubes of lube, I still can’t see her wanting to clear Kash’s name.”

“Why?” I twisted around to the ottoman, where Sebastian was unbuttoning his shirt.

He blew out a long breath. “That would mean confessing to beating a seventeen-year-old girl half to death and planting her in the bedroom of an innocent student.”

“What does she want, then?” I asked.

“Revenge.” Sebastian shouldered off his shirt, revealing his muscular back. He stood, walked to the minibar at the end of the room, and pulled out a bottle of golden-brown liquid. After pouring a large quantity into a cut-crystal tumbler, he brought it to his lips and drank it in one swallow.

Leopold massaged my calves, his fingers kneading and melting the tension in my muscles. Resting my palms on the mattress, I leaned back, stretched out my feet, and pointed my toes.

“It’s late.” Sebastian crossed the room with two tumblers and handed me a glass of what smelled like single malt whiskey. He gave Leopold the other. “Let’s go to bed and see if we can think up a plan in the morning.”

I placed the glass to my lips and poured the burning liquid down my throat. Warmth radiated through my insides, along with a tingling relaxation. My lips parted to let out a lungful of air. At a time like this, I needed anything I could get to deal with today’s events.

Sebastian took off his pants and stood before me in his boxer briefs. My gaze swept down his broad, muscular shoulders, over his prominent pecs, and down the tight contours of his six-pack. He had regained so much muscle mass since restarting his training, and the sight of him made my insides thrum with arousal.

His long, thick erection strained uncomfortably from the cotton, needing to be released.

“You’re overdressed,” he said.

My heart skipped a few beats. I turned to find Leopold had also taken off his clothes and now stood in his underwear. He was already fully aroused, with an angry, red cock-head protruding out of the waistband of his boxers.