Page 233 of Depraved Boys

“Ashley didn’t send in the second statement,” said Leopold. “She handed it to us in exchange for half the value of Willow’s house.”

Prakash’s brows drew together. “What made the difference, then?”

“Barrett Riley’s witness statement. And Gilbert from the club also put in a good word.”

Leopold opened the door. “Come on. We’ll fill in you later.”

Sebastian and Leopold disappeared with an excuse about checking that no one was sitting on the royal seats, but it was clear that they wanted to give Prakash and me time alone.

We walked through the hallway with his arm around my shoulders and my arm around his back. Each glance I stole of his handsome, bronze features made my heart ache. For what he had suffered and for the kings and myself, who had worried for him all these weeks. I still couldn’t believe he had returned.

As we ascended the stairs, he asked, “Are you alright?”

“I missed you so much.”

“Didn’t you have your hands full with all the disasters and scandals taking place every few weeks?”

“It still wasn’t the same without you,” I murmured.

A trio of fourth-year boys opened the door leading to the third floor. They gaped as we passed, then they whispered and snickered to each other. Not for the first time, I wondered if they had been present during Ashley’s pigging.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I continued up to the fourth floor, and Prakash let me into his room.

As soon as the door clicked shut, I pressed myself into Prakash’s broad, muscular body. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and I melted into his embrace.

“You feel so perfect,” he murmured into my hair.

I tilted my head up to stare into his obsidian eyes. “I could stay like this forever.”

A smile curled his full lips. “I was hoping to maneuver you onto the bed at some point during the evening.”

“Sooner or later?” I asked.

“In due course.” He cradled the back of my head in his large, warm hand and kissed me.

The slide of his lips against mine was soft and sweet and sensual, and I softened against him and sighed, desiring more. Prakash slipped his tongue between my lips with caresses so delicious, my toes curled.

A happy groan rumbled through his chest as I brought our lower halves together, and his thick erection pressed into my belly. The pulse between my legs pounded the beat of a war drum, urging me to strip him bare.

“Willow,” he groaned into my ear. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back.”

“Good.” I yanked off my tie and let it fall to the floor. “Because I want it all.”

I slid his blazer off his shoulders, and he pulled off his shirt, exposing a defined chest that looked like Michelangelo had fashioned it out of polished bronze. In a flurry of shaking hands and popping buttons, we both ended up naked and kissing atop his ivory comforter embroidered in silky thread.

His hands roved my body, and he pressed kisses over my breasts and belly, making me yearn for more. An urgent hunger seized my core, and I spread my legs, ready for anything.

Gripping himself at the base, he rubbed the tip of his erection over my slickness and then up to my throbbing clit. A starburst of pleasure exploded up my belly, through my clenching core, and down my thighs.

“Do you like that?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I said with a gasp. “M-more!”

With every tight circle he rubbed around my clit with his cock head, pleasure mounted, making my core muscles clench. Molten heat gathered between my folds, and I sank further into the mattress, feeling like I would drop through the floor if he didn’t stretch me open, fill me, and give me what I needed.

Wrapping my arms around his broad back, I said, “Please… I need you inside me.”

He drew back and stared down at me with his dark eyes wide and his jaw slack. “Do you know what you’re saying?”