She kissed him back for a half second, betrayed by her body that had been conditioned by him over months and months to react to and want his touch more than anything else. She struggled against his grip, turning her head away from his mouth. When she licked her lips, she could taste him. Him, and someone else's lipstick.
"You're going to kiss me with that whore's lipstick still all over your goddamn mouth and face?"