He continued tugging her clothes off, and she let him, not resisting in any way as clothing was all but ripped from her body and flung all over the room. His hands reached out and grabbed her bra, and in a single fluid movement, tore it off and threw it across the room. His behavior frightened her more and more. He had never acted this way before, though she had never refused him before. It was as if this first refusal, after so many years of marriage, had set him off.
"You luscious, bitchy cunt," he snapped, tearing her panties and stockings from her marble body.
"Henry, stop it," she gasped, raising her arms as if to resist, only to have him tear her garter belt off as well.
Determination to resist suddenly filled her, though she would have willingly given herself to him a moment earl
