Page 269 of Depraved Boys

“They won’t.” Sebastian kissed my lips. “I signed the authorization for Mr. Pinkerton to employ a QC for the trial.”

I reared back. QCs were better than regular barristers, the courtroom lawyers who wore wigs. These were barristers deemed accomplished enough to be appointed on the Queen’s Counsel. Only the super-rich could afford lawyers of this caliber.

“You did?” Leopold blurted.

Determination etched Sebastian’s face. “There’s nothing I won’t do for those I consider family. You and Kash are like brothers.” His arm tightened around my waist. “And the feelings I have for you run so deep, I can’t begin to describe them.”

A surge of euphoria caused the butterflies in my stomach to take flight, and a breath caught in the back of my throat. I felt the same for Sebastian—for all three of the kings. But I couldn’t utter those words until Prakash sat among us, a free man.

“Thank you.” I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, followed by another and another until we could no longer break apart, and we melted into each other like molten chocolate.

His gentle caresses made the pounding of my heart reverberate through my chest like a speaker box. Sebastian’s large palm rubbed gentle circles on my bare thigh, sending a trail of fire between my legs.

“We’ll free Kash,” he murmured into the kiss. “And we’ll all go somewhere to help him recuperate.”

“Yes.” I threaded both hands into his hair, keeping him close, as though someone might take him away, too.

Leopold watched us from his spot by the bed. Usually, at this point, he would make a saucy quip about not being left behind, but perhaps he still hadn’t calmed down from his earlier burst of anger.

I understood his frustration to a smaller extent. The restrictions his mother placed on his spending meant he was in no position to contribute toward Prakash’s defense. He probably felt even more powerless than I did.

Sebastian’s hand moved up from my thigh, over my belly, and he kneaded my breast. “Where should we go? Nice? Biarritz? The French Riviera?”

“What?” I whispered.

He pressed little kisses along my neck. They were tender at first, then grew in intensity before becoming wet and open-mouthed. Sparks of sensation raced down to my collarbone, down my chest and settled low in my belly. I threw my head back and moaned.

“We’ll spend the first few weeks of summer in the hideout before we set off to stay in the country,” said Sebastian.

“Oh.” My gaze locked with Leopold’s, who stood by the bed, staring at us through eyes that burned like blue flame. “I don’t mind where we go.”

“Kash can choose,” Leopold said, his voice breathy.

I turned back to Sebastian and pulled his green, striped tie out of its knot. By now, I’d become accustomed to undoing the buttons of the boys’ regulation school shirts with one hand, and it took no time to expose Sebastian’s gorgeous, muscular torso.

My hand slid over the smooth skin of his chest to the dip where his pectoral muscles met, and I felt his steady heartbeat resound against my palm. His harness pressed against the side of his thigh, and I reached between our bodies to feel his swollen flesh.

A low, approving purr rumbled in Sebastian’s throat. “Straddle me.”

I drew back and swung a leg around his hip, so I could sit astride him. My green skirt rode up as he pressed our torsos close, and my cotton-covered clit rubbed against the erection straining through his pants. His hands cupped my ass cheeks, and he claimed my lips again, this time exploring and delving through my entire mouth.

My temperature rose, sweat broke out across my brow, and wetness gathered in my folds. Light-headedness threatened to overtake my senses, and I broke the kiss. “P-please.”

“What do you need?” he said in a voice made of sex.

“Undress me.”

Leopold chuckled from his position by the wall. “You’d better do as the lady says.”

I turned around and gave him a cheeky smile. “Why don’t you give Seb a hand?”

“That’s your job, I believe,” he drawled.

As I chuckled at his pun, Sebastian pulled off my tie and squeezed my breasts. I ground myself against his erection, urging him to hurry. Pleasure swirled around my clit, building in intensity as Sebastian unbuttoned my shirt.

He pulled the garment—blazer and all—off my shoulders, and they fell to the floor with a satisfying thud.

Cool air swirled around my fevered skin, and I reached both hands behind my back and unhooked my bra. Sebastian’s eyes darkened as the garment fell from my shoulders, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips.