Page 90 of Savage Elites

My stomach dropped. Five minutes ago, I would have begged him to slide into me, but hearing Bruce’s voice at the door reminded me of everything that I hated about this academy.

“K-Kash?” I brought my knees up to my chest.

He lowered himself next to me on the bed and slid the pad of his finger down my thigh. “Sorry about Wilmington. I know he’s not your favorite person. Why don’t I take your mind off him?”

“Kash.” My throat dried. “I-I’m still a virgin, and I’m not—”

Prakash drew back and stared into my eyes, his brows creased. “I thought that with all the time you spent with Leo over the Christmas break…”

A giggle bubbled up from my insides. “Believe it or not, he’s only gone so far.

“And I haven’t.” He lowered his head into the juncture of my neck and groaned. “Forgive me. I should have taken things a bit slowly.”

I ran a hand up and down his smooth, muscular back. “I’ve enjoyed every moment of our time together, but I’m not ready to go that far just yet.”

“Of course.” He straightened and pressed a kiss on my shoulder. “Sorry for being a horny bastard. Do you want me to walk you over to Leo’s or Seb’s?

“Actually…” My throat dried. “I wanted to continue with you here tonight, but to keep my knickers on.”

He took my hand and pressed a chaste kiss on my knuckle. “Why don’t we start again. This time, I’ll be the perfect gentleman.”

I grinned and lowered my legs, giving him a perfect view of my breasts. His eyes flared, and the fingers holding up his towel dropped, revealing that gorgeous, thick erection straining through the fabric of his boxers.

Pleasure rippled through my core, and I bit my lip to stifle a groan.

The desire burning in his gaze told me to ready myself for a thrilling evening.

Chapter 21

In one night, Prakash and I caught up with Leopold and Sebastian, but we didn’t have full-blown sex. With his fingers and tongue and a bit of frottage, he’d managed to give me three orgasms before allowing himself to climax. By the time we collapsed under the covers, the sky had turned from black to indigo, and the first signs of light illuminated the clouds.

I lay in his strong arms, resting my head on his shoulder and my arm around his waist, feeling sleepy and sated. All my troubles were nearly over.

Ashley was expelled. Miss Claymore had been fired, disgraced, and reported to the police. If she tried to approach Sebastian again, he would press charges about the underaged sex and the tampered brakes on his Porsche.

Bianca would eventually leave me alone when she realized that I wasn’t interested in spilling her secret before she was ready to speak to the police, and Geraldine was the least effective of the pair, who would probably take her friend’s lead.

I don’t know what happened to Corrine. Everyone said it had been suicide. The level of bullying in Brittas Academy was enough to drive a person to despair, but the bullies were brutal enough to force a lethal amount of alcohol down a person’s neck and leave them to the elements.

Now that her diary and my translations had burned, I would never uncover what had happened in her final days.

Prakash stirred. The hand around my back pulled me into his warm, hard body, and a tiny purr reverberated in the back of his throat. I slid my hand from his waist to his chest and ran my fingers over the patch of hair between his nipples, marveling at how manly it felt.

“Willow,” he whispered.

“Good morning.” I pressed a kiss on his jaw.

“Don’t go back to your room.”

I rested my hand directly on his heart. “I’ll say here tonight.”

“Every night,” he murmured. “It’s not safe.”

“Huh?”

His breathing deepened, and my gaze flicked to the wall clock. Six-thirty-seven on a Saturday. We had plenty of time to lie in. I closed my eyes and settled myself to fall back to sleep.

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