His face was violently flushed, his body tight and trembling with rage. He looked as if he had been pacing the apartment like a murderous animal in a cage. “Was he any good?” he demanded to know the moment she stepped through the front door. She didn’t know how to answer, so she stood there staring at him stupidly, like transfixed prey.“I said, was he a good fuck?” Andrei repeated, a little louder.“I don’t know,” she answered quietly. “What’s a bad fuck like?”“If you don’t know that, clearly you haven’t fucked enough people.”Irina closed the door. She tried to walk past him. He caught her by the arm. “I bet you still have his smell on you.”“I’m going to take a shower, right now,” she said dryly.“No, leave him on you.” He pulled her against him, his grip digging into her upper arms. “Are you still my girl, now, under the stench of him?”“It wasn’t my idea to go over there.”“You’re a whore now. You’re not my girl.”She looked into his red face and dared him.
