Raines caressed my cheek with a small smile on his face, but I was too terrified even to do anything.

“The difference between your husband and me,” he continued, his voice soft and low, “is that I know it all, Belladonna. I know how slutty and shameless you are.”

“I'm not shameless,” I snarled when I finally regained my ability to speak, my eyes hard on him.

He just tilted his head. “You aren't ? Someone who sleeps with a different man every night isn't shameful? Someone who ...