"...That doesn't answer my question." She's still reeling from the fact that he's not Vlad, that he's not the man she loves, and that she's just been - literally and figuratively - fucked by a total stranger.

She closes her thighs, tugs her skirt down over her hips, and crosses her arms in front of the halves of her torn blouse. "And what makes you think he won't kill you outright, when he finds out what you've done to me?"