Chapter 331
Vivienne
"No." I fold my arms, planting my feet. Something about this feels wrong. The closed door. The dim room. The way he's looking at me.
He walks toward me.
Before I can react, his hands are on my face and he's kissing me. Hard. Demanding. Wrong.
It feels nothing like Daphne. Her kisses are fire and poetry and home. His are cold and mechanical and possessive.
I shove him. Hit his chest. It feels so wrong, I hate it, no—
Using all my strength, I shove him away.
He stumbles slightly, catching himself on the dresser. His eyes are wild, his lips wet, and for a moment, he looks like a stranger.
"What's wrong with you?!" My voice shakes. My fists are clenched at my sides. I can still feel his mouth on mine and I want to scrub it off.
"What's wrong with me?" He straightens, something ugly flickering across his face. "What's wrong with you? I'm your fiancé!"
"So?" I wipe my mouth, disgust curling in my stomach. "You don't have the right to treat me like this."
