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“Hey, wait!” My body shook. My heart was pounding in my ribcage. “Koji, stop!”
I backed up until my shoulders hit the wall, and Koji followed after me without missing a beat—as if he were the distraction I was looking for when he tangled his fingers into my hair.
“You don’t get to choose, Lauren,” he groaned, after separating me from Jake, one of his hands sliding from my hair and to the side of my hip. “Not anymore.”
His icy hands found their way under my sweatshirt and touched my bare stomach.
“Ah!” I jumped from the sudden cold touch, my breath catching. “Don’t—”
“I’m taking you away from here,” he growled desperately. “That bastard won’t even get the chance to breathe in your direction.”
Which bastard was he referring to? Because he seemed to use that label liberally; excluding himself when he was the biggest jackass I knew.
“I won’t allow it,” he vowed, his fingers sliding over my stomach. The tips glided up my ribcage, crossing through the tattered and torn fabric that still hung off my body, just to linger under the curve of my left breast. He whispered, “I won’t.”
I noted how the crumpled remainder of my lace bra fell over his wrist. I knew that I should be protesting and slapping and hitting him, but instead, I worried about whether his hand was shaking so much from the cold or his suppressed anger.
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