My underwear had been ripped beyond repair, hanging in a single thread on the bathroom floor.
“Who touched you, Lauren?” he snapped, but I couldn’t face Koji.
My breath hitched at the sound of his voice and I clenched the edges of the sweatshirt into my palms, “K-Koji-“
I stammered, refusing to meet the intensity of his gaze when he took a step toward me. I could feel the heat of embarrassment creep into my face as the bottom half of my body remained exposed, my own cum dripping between my legs.
I sunk my face into Jake’s shoulder. He was safe and I didn’t know how Koji would react.
Not until it was too late.
He was going to kill that man.
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