Vivienne's heart was drumming so hard she thought her ribs might snap. Every beat was like a hammer in her chest.
She forced her legs to move, step by step, until she reached the bed where André was sitting. She sat down beside him, trying to look calm, trying to smile. He turned to her, his eyes soft, his lips curving in that tender way that made her stomach twist in disgust.
He smiled at her softly, and she forced a smile back. But inside her head she was screaming.
"You are a demon. A fucking demon. This doesn't make any sense. How the hell can you fuck for six hours? Six hours. SIX FUCKING HOURS. What kind of man does that? You are not human, you're a monster. A lunatic. A demon."
