I looked her up and down, cold. “What are you wearing?”Only then did Vivian stop her chatter. She lifted the hem of her dress and gave a little twirl. “It's the dress you gave me. I love it, so I wear it all the time.”When I used to sleep with Vivian, I liked having her wear Penny's dresses, to satisfy some vulgar craving of mine.I'd once thought of it as a kind of thrill. But now, looking at Vivian with her neckline gaping open, I felt nothing, not a flicker. Only my stomach churning.The anger in me erupted. “Take it off,” I snapped.Vivian blinked, clearly misreading me, a coy flush rising to her face. “Adrian, you're always in such a rush. It's not like I'd ever say no to—” Her voice broke off in a yelp. “Adrian, what are you doing?”I'd had enough. Before she could finish, I'd pinned her to the floor and torn the dress straight off her.She froze, then started to struggle, all token resistance and false reluctance.I paid her shrieking no mind. Only when the dress was flung to
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