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her head, the movement pushing her breasts up and out, presenting herself on a silver platter to the man from the audience. With a sexy purr she murmured, “I’m ready, big boy.” But she was far from ready when the young man took her nipple into his hot, wet mouth. His hands ravished her body, stroking her ass, attempting to work his fingers between her legs. Sucking like a newborn babe, he slurped, and then bit down—hard. Chastity barely held back a scream of resentment and pain. Instead, she groaned. A sound that the idiot took as passion.
    Seth shifted from one foot to the other, his discomfort apparent. A discomfort that Chastity knew couldn’t possibly match her own. She was the one half-naked, whip marks on her buttocks, and an imbecile nursing at her breast while his fingers played hide and seek.
    But she was game.
    Chastity closed her eyes and threw back her head, crying, “Yes, yes .” Yes, she would suffer at this man’s hands, but so would Seth. Was there anything left between them that would force Seth’s hand?
    Her little act was enough to set Seth into a fury of motion. He jerked the young man off his feet, tearing him from Chastity. She grimaced, sucked in a breath as teeth scraped against her sensitized nipple. With ease, Seth slung the man across the polished floor. She took pleasure in watching the twit gather his scattered senses, push from the ground and stand like a tough guy, as if he thought to confront the raging man before him.
    Smoldering silence, then a fierce growl rumbled low from Seth’s throat. A glance at his savage expression—teeth bared, eyes black with dark emotion—and Chastity understood why the young man cautiously backed away.
    Not a word. Not a threat of retribution was uttered.
    The audience held their breath. The young man never turned his back on Seth as he backed his way off the stage and down the stairs, putting distance between them. The game show host took several steps toward safety as the servant boy fled the stage. Which left Chastity bound and alone to bear the brunt of Seth’s anger. Their eyes met and the air between them shimmered. Electricity crackled. And she swore the lights dimmed. No, it was just lightheadedness, she had forgotten to breathe.
    “I’ve changed my mind,” he murmured beneath his breath. He jerked the leash, dragging her reluctantly toward him.
    Had she pushed him too far? Fear made her take the last few steps on her own. So close to the fire, she felt the heat of his anger rising from his body like steam. Felt the warmth of his breath fan her cheeks. The scent of his cologne took on a deep, dark redolence. Ten strong fingers wrapped around her neck.
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    She tensed. Her pulse leapt wildly, beating a staccato rhythm through each fingertip.
    Would he kill her in front of a billion eyes? He nudged her closer, his thumbs slowly stroking her throat in the vicinity of her jugular. He leaned forward. For a second she thought he would kiss her while he crushed her windpipe. Time stood still. Then he withdrew, the spell broken.
    Roughly, he clenched her breast in his hand, pinching the clamp tight around her erect areola. Her chest arched forward, a moan escaping her lips. Whether from the pleasure-pain the ring induced, or the feel of Seth’s hands on her body, she wasn’t sure. Breathless, she awaited the warmth of his mouth, desired his tongue teasing her other nipple. Instead, he rolled the nub between his fingers until it peaked, and slipped the clamp over it. Instant pain shot through her breast. This time there was no pleasure. Without hesitation, he pulled on the chain connecting the clamps to encourage her to follow him.
    She held back a cry, but barely. When the air finally flowed back into her lungs, she gasped, drawing his attention. The infernal regions of hell basked in his eyes. What an utter fool she was. He didn’t care about her. Revenge was his goal, his only goal. This was a game she had started two years ago.