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cause anything but deliberate pain. I cry out, my hands fisting against his shirt, and he chuckles against my neck, then whispers a name.
    “Oh, Avery.”
    Avery?
    When he pulls back, I scan his face with wide, anxious eyes. When his lips curve into that smile of his again, all traces of seduction are gone, and dread blooms in my gut.
    “Ah...” Damn it. Damn it. Is this part of what he wants from the evening? What am I supposed to do? I didn’t indicate that I was into pain play, but really... it was just a bite. Do I have room to complain?
    But none of this is at all what Miss Black prepared me for with this man.
    “I was going to save this part for later, but really, you’re just so perfect.” His hand leaves my hair, slides down to cup my breast, his thumb rubbing over my nipple. “All that dark hair... those big eyes... I can almost believe you’re her.”
    That hand slides up to wrap around my throat, and my blood freezes in my veins. This ... this is not okay. I’m scared, and looking at the glint in his eyes, I can see that that’s exactly how he wants me to be.
    “Mr. Thomas, I’m not okay with this. Please remove your hand from my throat.” He’ll do it. He has to.
    Instead he leers, and I can feel jagged icicles forming in my veins.
    “We’re going to do some role playing now, Miss Daniels. Is that all right with you?” The hand wrapped around my throat squeezes, just a bit... and I’m not stupid. It’s a warning, to keep quiet and do what he says.
    I can’t bring myself to speak, but I do manage a short nod.
    “You’re going to play the part of a whore... oh wait. That’s not acting, that’s true.” Temper and shame twine tightly inside of me, dizzying when combined with the fear. “But we’ll pretend your name is Avery. You’re perfect for the role. And as for me... you’re going to call me Sean.”
    “Who’s Avery?” I manage to wheeze out, my pulse kicking into hyper-speed. This has gone far beyond any role playing that I imagine Miss Black would allow. I’m scared. And being scared pisses me off... I thought I’d left that part of my life behind.
    The memory of one of my mom’s boyfriends, the most well off one actually, chasing me through the trailer park in the middle of the night, laughing as I screamed, groaning when I finally kneed him in the balls...
    My bracelet—I need to get to my bracelet. But the way he’s holding me, I just can’t reach.
    “Who is Avery?” Henry repeats as though I’m a child, shaking his head at me with mocking disappointment. Even though I’m gasping for breath, my temper flares at the condescension and I see red, but his next words chill me to the marrows of my bones.
    “Have you ever wanted something simply because it belonged to someone else?” There’s a light in his eyes now, and it tells me that he’s absolutely fucking crazy.
    My bracelet. I need to get to my fucking bracelet.
    “There is a man who is the bane of my existence. Just by being, he gets everything he wants. Everything I want.” His voice is conversational, as though we are still back in the lounge, making small talk over whiskey and wine. The hand on my throat lowers, his hand sliding down, down, inside the silk of my dress. My bra is so low cut that it offers no barrier at all, allowing him direct access to my skin. I blanch at the unwanted touch, and in punishment, he pinches my nipple, hard enough that I cry out.
    “Now, that’s a nice sound.” He does it again, hard enough to make my eyes water.
    I won’t cry. I won’t give this asshole the satisfaction. Hell no. In fact, as soon as I get the opportunity, I’m going to make sure he loses all ability to father children.
    “This man , Sean... He owns a woman named Avery. A big-eyed, brown haired whore just like you. And since Sean has ensured that I can’t get to her right now, I suppose you’ll have to do.” His hand slides out of my dress, presses it over my heart. The organ is thundering in my