Page 202 of Depraved Boys

Sebastian closed his eyes and groaned into my touch. “Fuck them, then.”

“Willow?” said a familiar, male voice behind the door. “Are you in there?”

Sebastian’s arm tightened around my back. “Ignore him, and he’ll go away.”

“It’s Cormac,” I whispered. “What if he has an important update on the reopening of Corrine’s case?”

Sebastian shook his head. “He’s more likely to lure you into his room and hold you prisoner until he reaches puberty.”

Pursing my lips, I let go of Sebastian’s erection and shoved myself off his chest. “It’s not like that with us.”

“Really?” His gaze lingered over my exposed breasts, down to my waist and up again. “Even uptight dickheads want to stick it in beautiful girls.”

Irritation tightened my skin, and I slid off the bed. “Now you sound like Leopold.”

He pushed himself up, exposing that gorgeous, muscled torso. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Hold on!” I padded across the room, but seconds later, Sebastian’s arms encircled my waist. “Now, who’s holding me prisoner?”

“If you must speak to him, then cover up.” Still securing me around the waist, he walked me to the bathroom door and pulled his robe off the peg. “I don’t want him getting even more strange ideas about you.”

I shoved on the dressing gown and gave him a peck on the lips. “Cormac isn’t a lecher.”

“All men with a set of balls are lechers.” He paused and tilted his head to the side. “Maybe you’ll be fine with Gibbons, after all.”

“You’re being a dick.” I strode to the other side of the room and opened the door to find Cormac standing in the hallway, his cheeks flushed, and a scowl marring his features. He wore his bottle-green uniform. Behind him, Leopold leaned against the opposite door in his boxer briefs with a smirk.

“Cormac?” I asked.

His eyes softened. “May I have a word?”

“You’re already having a word,” said Sebastian.

“In private,” Cormac said between clenched teeth.

“Whisper in her ear, then.” Sebastian placed both hands on my shoulders. “I’m not letting her go anywhere with you.”

“For goodness’ sake!” I shrugged him off and walked down the hallway with my best friend.

Sebastian and Leopold followed at a distance.

“Sorry about them,” I whispered to Cormac.

“What are you doing?” he whispered back.

I furrowed my brow but didn’t ask for clarification. He probably wouldn’t elaborate until we had widened the distance between ourselves and the kings.

At the end of the hallway, he whirled on me and hissed, “Have you taken leave of your senses? Didn’t you learn a lesson from Ashley’s fall from grace?”

My mouth opened and closed. He made her sound like Lucifer in Paradise Lost. “What are you talking about?”

“Forced alcohol consumption, sexual assault, attempted vehicular assassination, kidnapping… after suffering all of those, hasn’t it taught you anything that these are the kings of mayhem?”

“That was all Miss Claymore and the queens.”

Cormac folded his arms across his chest. “I didn’t see any women out with Ashley in the snow. Nor were there any present when they pulled her out of the East Wing on a stretcher.”

I swallowed hard. “The knights are different from the—”