Jasmine loses it (Patreon)

Published:

2025-11-27 16:00:23

Imported:

2026-11

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“Look at me.” He clasped her face between his hands and said roughly, “I didn’t force you to wear Daiyu’s dress to humiliate you.”

She went rigid, unable to believe her ears. How…?

He brushed her hair back from her face. “As for what Warren said about your mother and Maximus—”

Her emotions, frothing beneath a thick layer of ice, abruptly punched to the surface. She lashed out, nails going for his face, scoring his cheek and drawing blood before he jerked his head back and grabbed her arm. He was talking, but she couldn’t hear over the whooshing in her ears as adrenaline rushed through her veins. She was caught in the grips of pure animalistic rage that didn’t allow for rational thought.

She didn’t know how he’d found out, but the fact that he now knew all, that he felt that he had the right to know enraged her to such a degree that she didn’t care what damage she wrought.

She swung her elbow with zeal and heard a satisfying crack as she collided with his jaw with enough force to whip his head to the side. Even as he cursed, she tried to bring all of her weight down on her knee. He moved fast, flinging her to the side so she rolled across the bed before she could smash his balls. Before she could get to her feet, he flattened her facedown on the mattress.

She thrashed and screamed, clawing the sheets before she nabbed a pillow and flung it, knocking over a lamp that fell with a satisfying crash. When he put his lips to her ear, speaking quickly, she threw her head back in hopes of knocking out his teeth. A split second later, a heavy hand pressed her cheek an inch into the mattress, partially smothering her. She didn’t surrender even though the only damage she was doing was to the bedsheets.

A cacophony of voices clashed with her shrieking. Her sisters appeared in her line of vision. One of them reached out to her, but Roth barked out something that made the hand hesitate and retract.

A man shuffled her sisters aside. From his dark skin, she deduced it was Mo. He had something in his hand, but her focus was on the gun at his hip and when he leaned over her, she made her move. Mo moved fast as lightning, thumb digging into her wrist so her fingers contracted before she could get a firm grip. Roth angled her head to expose her neck. Mo brushed her hair aside before there was a sharp prick. As her eyes fluttered shut, she heard her sister’s crying before everything went black.

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