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“I have an aunt who has five husbands…” He puffed out his cheeks and blew out a long breath. “She’s a distant cousin, I suppose. One summer, we could ask her to introduce us to the priest who performed her wedding.”

My tongue darted out to lick my lips as I made circular motions over his slick head, spreading more and more precum further down his prick. The thought of tying myself to the kings sent a ripple of excitement through my belly, but I also wanted to experience them when no one was trying to kill us, frame us, or maim us.

“But you three aren’t brothers.” With my left hand, I gripped him around the base to hold him steady while I rubbed little circles with my thumb over the underside where his tip connected to his shaft.

Prakash squeezed his eyes shut and gasped. “After this wretched ordeal, I’d consider us brothers-in-arms.”

“Is that enough to qualify for a polyandrous marriage?”

“Yes,” he said through clenched teeth. “What do you think?”

I pressed my lips on his sideburn and inhaled his wild, masculine scent. “Are you proposing to me?”

A deep, rumbling laugh was his response. “Would you like me to propose to you?”

All the butterflies in my stomach took flight. I’d barely been in a relationship with him for two terms. Even though things were intense between us, he’d been incarcerated for a huge bulk of that time. My heart longed for more with the kings, but there were a bunch of things I wanted to do with my life, including go to university.

I swallowed hard. The last thing I wanted to do was blurt out all those thoughts and ruin the moment, so I said, “Maybe once I’ve gotten a few letters after my name?”

“Consider it etched in my mental diary,” he replied.

I focused on the rest of the hand job and slid my fist up and down Prakash’s shaft, enjoying the way he pulsed and shuddered under my touch.

A sheen of sweat glistened on his face, and he bared his straight, white teeth. His hips rocked against my movements, increasing the friction. Both arms lay beside him on the mattress, and his hands curled into fists as though he was trying to hold back his climax.

“Kash,” I said. “Let go. I want to see you cum.”

With a harsh cry, he arched his back and spurted pearlescent, white fluid over his belly. I drew back, admiring how it contrasted with his gorgeous, dark skin. Prakash’s chest rose and fell in several rapid breaths before he twisted around and pounced on me. Holding my wrists to the mattress, he bared his gorgeous, white teeth. His dark eyes flashed, making my heart flip-flop.

“Time to return the favor.” His gaze dropped to my nipple, which he gave a playful nip.

Electricity zinged down to my clit. “Oh!”

A knock on the door broke his concentration.

“Kash,” said Sebastian. “Mrs. Benazir says that if you’re not in her office by eight, you can consider yourself suspended.”

“Shit.” He rolled off the bed and scrambled for his clothes. “If I can’t stay here, they’ll send me back to that bloody place.”

I sat up. “They didn’t drop the charges?”

“No,” he snarled. “And they’re still looking for more crap to pin on me.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

I would have asked if Prakash was implying that the police were still investigating him for Corrine’s death, but Mrs. Benazir was desperate to use any tactic to get rid of him. I sat up in the bed and pulled the sheets up to my neck. My gaze flicked over to the wall clock, which read seven fifty-five.

My jaw clenched. The wretched old woman hadn’t specified a particular time for Prakash to see her, so I guessed this was another pathetic attempt to have him sent back to the juvenile detention center.

Prakash grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and slid them over his muscular legs and defined ass.

“Kash?” shouted Sebastian. “Are you awake?”

“One minute!” Prakash pulled on his pants, slipped his feet into his shoes, and shouldered on a shirt.

I placed both hands over my thrashing heart. The police had more than enough evidence to prove his innocence—the video I shot of Bruce’s bruised knuckles, the butler’s alibi, and Barrett’s confession—what more did they want from Prakash to drop the charges?

“See you later.” He rushed to the bed, pressed a kiss on my lips, shot out of the door, and raced down the hallway.