Page 7 of Twisted Elites

“Who knows with that woman.” Sebastian pulled off his tie.

“I had a feeling she wouldn’t leave quietly,” Leopold muttered.

I massaged my temples. “So, she’s trying to hurt you through Prakash.”

With his arm still around my waist, Leopold guided me to the side of the bed. Placing both hands on my shoulders, he lowered me onto the mattress. “Sebastian has to be the ultimate target.”

“What are we going to do?” I chewed my bottom lip.

Leopold knelt at my feet and pulled off my loafers. “Nothing. Even if we hand over Sebastian with a dozen condoms and two tubes of lube, I still can’t see her wanting to clear Kash’s name.”

“Why?” I twisted around to the ottoman, where Sebastian was unbuttoning his shirt.

He blew out a long breath. “That would mean confessing to beating a seventeen-year-old girl half to death and planting her in the bedroom of an innocent student.”

“What does she want, then?” I asked.

“Revenge.” Sebastian shouldered off his shirt, revealing his muscular back. He stood, walked to the minibar at the end of the room, and pulled out a bottle of golden-brown liquid. After pouring a large quantity into a cut-crystal tumbler, he brought it to his lips and drank it in one swallow.

Leopold massaged my calves, his fingers kneading and melting the tension in my muscles. Resting my palms on the mattress, I leaned back, stretched out my feet, and pointed my toes.

“It’s late.” Sebastian crossed the room with two tumblers and handed me a glass of what smelled like single malt whiskey. He gave Leopold the other. “Let’s go to bed and see if we can think up a plan in the morning.”

I placed the glass to my lips and poured the burning liquid down my throat. Warmth radiated through my insides, along with a tingling relaxation. My lips parted to let out a lungful of air. At a time like this, I needed anything I could get to deal with today’s events.

Sebastian took off his pants and stood before me in his boxer briefs. My gaze swept down his broad, muscular shoulders, over his prominent pecs, and down the tight contours of his six-pack. He had regained so much muscle mass since restarting his training, and the sight of him made my insides thrum with arousal.

His long, thick erection strained uncomfortably from the cotton, needing to be released.

“You’re overdressed,” he said.

My heart skipped a few beats. I turned to find Leopold had also taken off his clothes and now stood in his underwear. He was already fully aroused, with an angry, red cock-head protruding out of the waistband of his boxers.

My tongue darted out to lick my lips. “I wouldn’t like to be the odd one out.”

I slipped off my tie and undid the top button of my shirt. By the time I glanced up, both boys had turned to me with fire in their eyes. Heat blossomed across my cheeks, and arousal bloomed between my legs. This time, the boys would expect more from me than just a bed bath.

Leopold was the first to approach. Out of the three kings, he was the one with the fewest secrets. He knelt on the mattress at my left side and slipped his hand into my blazer. “Are you in the mood for a distraction?”

“Yes.” I tilted my head up and pulled him down for a kiss.

His lips were firm and demanding, as though he was working through all the pent-up frustration from today. This morning, we had been so happy together and had celebrated foiling Ashley’s machinations with my first blow job.

Now, with Prakash in prison, Ashley badly assaulted and not wanting to reveal to me the identity of her attacker, we needed every distraction we could get.

After shouldering off my blazer, he pulled off my tie and worked on the buttons of my shirt. He trailed soft, wet kisses on my exposed flesh, making me curl my toes.

I turned to Sebastian, who stood at my right, still in his boxer briefs. “Are you just going to watch?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Kash has been locked up because of me—”

“You don’t know that.” I stood and grabbed his forearm. “Even if the attacker wanted to hurt you, that doesn’t make it your fault.”

He sat and shook his head. “Maybe if I had handled things—”

“Seb,” Leopold snapped, his aquamarine eyes flashing. “If you don’t stop moping, you can sit in the corner and watch me have Wills all for myself.”

Sebastian snorted. “As if.”