Jane looked around for eavesdroppers, smoldering with rage, then centered her eyes on him. "No. He doesn’t beat me. I was fucking him. I like to fuck him. Hard! Loud! A lot! I’m not ashamed about it, and you can’t make me ashamed!" There was a hot flush in her cheeks and ears. "Get this through your head! That is the man in my life! He is my grand passion." She stared hard at Alex, until he dropped his gaze.