Vivienne's lips were pressed against his. Her whole body trembled. On the outside she looked like she was melting into him, moaning softly, wrapping her arms around his neck like a woman drowning in passion. On the inside she was screaming at herself.
God, I want to vomit in this man's mouth. I want to bite off his tongue and throw it across the room. But no, Vivienne, you idiot, you have to act. You have to look like you are dying for him. That is the only way you will survive.
She moaned louder, her body arching against his chest. She cursed herself as she felt the heat between her thighs. Stupid traitor body. Useless whore body. Why are you trembling for him? You hate him. You fucking hate him.
