André brought out the diamond ring, still thrusting inside her, his eyes dark, smoldering, completely unhinged, yet calm. "Marry me, Vivienne," he whispered, voice low, dangerous, but almost sweet.
Vivienne froze mid-moan, her body trembling. Her brain short-circuited. What the actual fuck? He actually did it? He actually fucking did it? she thought, every nerve screaming. We are fucking. You are inside me. And you asking me to marry me? You are beyond crazy. Like hell I want to marry you. You insane motherfucker.
Her hands clutched at his back, trying to hold onto something solid, but her body wasn't cooperating. It was on fire, trembling with desire, each thrust sending sparks of chaos through her veins. Her mind was yelling, I hate you. I want to kill you. I want rob you till you are penniless as a pauper. I'm going to explode. Help me.
