Mo & Johan pick a side... (Patreon)

Published:

2025-10-07 15:00:12

Imported:

2026-06

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He undid her jacket so fast, she didn’t have time to react. The long sleeve she wore underneath didn’t discourage him. Without hesitation, he ripped it as easily as if it was tissue paper. A gust of cold air across her suddenly bare chest and shoulder brought her out of her stupor. She reared back in her seat and shoved him hard as she tried to cover her exposed bra.

“Are you insane?” she snapped.

He blinked and glanced around, apparently forgetting they weren’t alone. She frantically tried to zip her jacket and managed to get it halfway up when Roth yanked her to her feet, bent over, and hauled her over his shoulder. She let out an outraged bellow and pounded him at the base of his spine, hoping it would cause considerable damage, but he didn’t even react.

She brushed her hair out of her face and made eye contact with, “Mo, Johan! Help!”

Johan began to rise from his seat, but froze when Mo gripped his arm. Johan looked from Mo’s blank mask to her draped over Roth’s back before he slowly retook his seat.

She dropped her head in defeat. No one would save her from him despite his highly questionable actions. She started to see them as friends and confidants, but their first loyalty was to Roth. She really had no one to turn to. Before, she ran to her father. Now, there was no one.

Roth slammed the door to the bedroom and set her on her feet. She backed away hastily, yanking the zipper up to her throat, before she crossed her hands over her chest.

“Take it off before I do it for you,” he bit out.

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