Page 32 of Depraved Boys

“Corrine Gibbons?”

“You heard about her?” He lowered his brows.

“Only snippets. I’m in most classes with her brother.”

Sebastian placed a hand on the small of my back and headed toward the west wing. “A nasty piece of work, now that he’s a prefect.”

“You’re just saying that because he’s tough on bullies.”

“Probably.”

We ascended the stairs in silence. My heart thrummed a steady beat, but the lining of my stomach trembled with anticipation. What did it mean that Sebastian had come to the swimming block to rescue me? If he was anything like Leopold, then he was playing a variation of the pull-a-pig game.

Frustration rippled through my insides. He seemed so genuine, but nobody would win the game if they were upfront about their intentions.

He walked me to my door and said, “Willow, can we start again?”

Butterflies rioted in my stomach. Half of them urged me to invite him inside to finish what Leopold had started, and the other half told me to kick him in the balls.

“I don’t know.”

“Maybe it’s a bit too soon.” His gaze dropped to my lips. “At least give me a kiss for saving you.”

“One kiss?”

“Just one.” He crossed his heart.

I nodded, and he bent down to press his lips on mine. Pleasure sparked from where we touched, and I inhaled a happy sigh. Slipping his tongue between my lips, Sebastian’s arm snaked around my waist, and he threaded his fingers through my damp hair and cradled the back of my head.

Pressing me into the door, he devoured my lips with an urgent hunger that made my heart gallop. I was swimming the turbulent waters of the Sebastian Sea and didn’t mind if it pulled me under. His hot, hard erection pressed into my belly, and I let out a shuddering moan. The arm holding my waist snaked back around my front and reached for the zipper of my tracksuit.

“Wha—”

“Let me inside,” he murmured into our kiss. “I need you so much.”

Memories of Geraldine’s cash prize for taking my virginity rang in my ears and combined with Sebastian’s proposal to have sex and split the money. My mind had been so muddled with lust and gratitude that I had forgotten that Sebastian still hadn’t denied playing the pull-a-pig game.

I reached down and cupped his erection through his school uniform pants. It felt as wonderfully thick as Leopold’s had looked.

Sebastian threw his head back and hissed. “Let’s go inside.”

My hand slipped down to balls as firm as plums, and I wrapped my fingers around them and squeezed.

Hard.

“Fucking hell!” He bent over double and stared up at me through eyes wide with betrayal.

“It was supposed to be a goodnight kiss, not a prelude to winning Geraldine’s bet.”

“What’s going on?” asked a cold, male voice. Cormac stormed through the hallway toward us, his eyes blazing.

“Just an exuberant goodnight kiss,” said Sebastian.

“Is he bothering you, Willow?” Cormac pulled out his phone. “If he’s sexually assaulting you, I’ll call the police.

“What makes you think I’m the aggressive one here?” Sebastian growled.

As Cormac recited the rules on bullying and sexual harassment, and Sebastian protested his innocence, I ducked into my room and let the door snick shut. The pull-a-pig game would not claim me as its next victim.