Page 11 of Twisted Elites

I curled my lip. How I hated this trio of morons. “Go on… I’m listening.”

“Any disgraced whore would have left the academy, but she hung around like herpes,” said Bruce.

Resting my elbows on the table to steady the recording, I said, “I don’t understand.”

Bruce bared his teeth. “Listen to my words, when the kings finally tire of you, leave Brittas Academy. No one wants to be troubled by something they’ve discarded and long forgotten.”

“Is that why you hurt Ashley?”

The twin on the right stepped in front of Bruce. “Is that why you hurt Ashley?” he said in a baby voice. “She hated your guts, and you’re too stupid to realize it.”

All three of them laughed and returned to their seats. Geraldine and Bianca smirked and followed after them.

I ground my teeth. If that stupid twin hadn’t interrupted, Bruce might have said something incriminating.

“What was that all about?” whispered Leopold.

“Did you see the bruises on his knuckles?” I whispered back.

“Well done,” said Sebastian. “We’ll hand that footage over to the lawyer so that he can pass it onto the police.”

Chapter 3

Despite our worries about Prakash, a layer of tension evaporated from finally being reconciled with Sebastian. The revelation that he had been in a relationship with Miss Claymore, who had subsequently pestered him for intimacy, had affected my perception of him, no matter how many times I had blamed the woman for getting involved with a child. It hadn’t helped that Sebastian had been in denial about how far Miss Claymore would go to get rid of the competition.

A little voice in the back of my head—Ashley’s, I supposed—asked why he had withheld the revelation about Miss Claymore for so long, but I pushed it aside. He had opened up about the abuse and reported her to the police and helped to get her fired. I couldn’t ask for more.

We lay together in his room, sharing slow kisses and caressing each other to shuddering climaxes before sleeping in each others’ arms. He never pressured me for more, even though I was more than ready to lose my virginity.

The next morning, I awoke sprawled on Sebastian’s chest, enjoying the way his slow heartbeat reverberated against my ear when a heavy fist knocked on the door.

He jerked awake. “Who is that?”

The fist continued to pound.

With a yawn, I slid my hand down his hard stomach and wrapped my fingers around his morning erection. “The last time someone knocked on Prakash’s door like that, it was Bruce Wilmington, complaining that one of the Riley twins had burned himself on a hookah.”

Sebastian closed his eyes and groaned into my touch. “Fuck them, then.”

“Willow?” said a familiar, male voice behind the door. “Are you in there?”

Sebastian’s arm tightened around my back. “Ignore him, and he’ll go away.”

“It’s Cormac,” I whispered. “What if he has an important update on the reopening of Corrine’s case?”

Sebastian shook his head. “He’s more likely to lure you into his room and hold you prisoner until he reaches puberty.”

Pursing my lips, I let go of Sebastian’s erection and shoved myself off his chest. “It’s not like that with us.”

“Really?” His gaze lingered over my exposed breasts, down to my waist and up again. “Even uptight dickheads want to stick it in beautiful girls.”

Irritation tightened my skin, and I slid off the bed. “Now you sound like Leopold.”

He pushed himself up, exposing that gorgeous, muscled torso. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Hold on!” I padded across the room, but seconds later, Sebastian’s arms encircled my waist. “Now, who’s holding me prisoner?”

“If you must speak to him, then cover up.” Still securing me around the waist, he walked me to the bathroom door and pulled his robe off the peg. “I don’t want him getting even more strange ideas about you.”