Chapter 80. Words That Sting and Comfort

BELLADONNA 

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 isn't satisfied with one round? Let’s be for real, Belladonna. You’re a slut who needs to be drilled every night to be able to hold on to her sanity. Correct me if I'm lying.”

“That’s in the past,” I corrected, but my voice was low, weak. 

Raines seems to find my weakness a delight, because his smile widened even more. “Oh, Belladonna. We both know that’s not true. The past and the present are the same. You’re just enduring; you haven't change