Page 64 of Depraved Boys

“However you wish,” Sebastian’s large hand rubbed circles on my lower back. “We’ll follow your lead.”

“What about Prakash?”

Sebastian nuzzled my neck. “He’s the only other person I would consider sharing you with.”

Leopold nodded. “One queen regnant for three kings. Can you keep up with us?”

My throat convulsed, and my heartbeat in time with the pulse pounding between my legs. I wasn’t sure, but it would be fun finding out.

Every nerve ending in my body screamed at me to nod and let them give me a toe-curling kiss. The memory of Sebastian’s fingertips trailing over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs made my sensitive bundle of nerves throb and my nipples tighten in anticipation.

“I-I think I can m-manage,” I bluffed.

Sebastian pressed soft kisses down my neck, and a hot breath puffed out from between my lips. It would be so easy to lose myself to pleasure, enjoy the moment and not worry about future repercussions, but I’d experienced too much betrayal, both directly and vicariously through the diary, to lose my head.

“Didn’t Prakash play the pull-a-pig game?” I asked.

“Years ago, and he lived to regret it.” Leopold stepped behind me and nibbled my earlobe, making my core ache with need.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me flush with his strong, hard body. “Let’s not talk about that.”

I bit down on my lip to suppress a moan. Through my lust-filled haze, a little voice whispered that these kisses were a distraction. Placing a palm on his heaving chest, I drew back and stared into his darkening eyes. “What happened?”

He turned his head and groaned. “It was a nightmare.”

“Go on,” I said.

Sebastian leaned close to kiss my lips and murmured, “You should ask him.”

I raised my other hand and held him at bay. His heartbeat so hard and fast, their reverberations reached my finger bones. “Why can’t you tell me?”

“It’s not our story to tell,” said Sebastian.

Suspicion rushed through my insides and tied a knot in my belly. Leopold had gone unusually quiet, and Sebastian was evasive.

I pulled myself out of their embraces and stood in front of them. A wave of dizziness crashed through my head that made me sway on my feet. But I blinked off those feelings to concentrate on the two boys who moved to sit beside each other on the bed.

I narrowed my eyes. “It’s admirable that you don’t want to share any information about your friend, but I’m getting the feeling you’re hiding behind the need to respect Prakash’s privacy.”

Sebastian bowed his head. “It’s complicated.”

“You’ll have to do better than that.” I tapped my foot. “That first time you walked through the dining room doors, Geraldine and Bianca announced to the whole room that I was a victim of the pull-a-pig game, and not one of you spoke up to deny it.”

Leopold sighed. “Alright. Kash—”

“Leo,” Sebastian snapped.

“She’s got a right to know the executive highlights.” Leopold stood and placed both hands on my waist as though holding me in place. “Kash made a terrible mistake. One that backfired and then devastated him years later.”

My heart flip-flopped, and I slowed my breathing to maintain a mask of vague interest, even though curiosity seared through my veins. This was my chance to hear Corrine’s story from another point of view, and I wouldn’t ruin it by blurting out that I had her diary.

“Who did he play the game with and what happened?” I asked.

“That’s all I’m saying.” Leopold’s hands traveled down to my ass, and he squeezed both cheeks. “But it’s why I always tell girls up front when I have no intention of seeing them again.”

“But you didn’t say it to me this time.”

His handsome face split into a wide, dazzling grin. “I’m probably a masochist, but you made quite an impression. I’ve never lain helpless and in agony with a naked beauty towering over me like the Goddess of Tits and Terror.”