My name is Avery Decker, and my story isn’t for the faint of
heart. It is about revenge and hatred, misery and violence. I wasn’t always
this way even though it was in my blood. I grew up happy and in love with my
best friend until she betrayed me and walked away. After that, I fell into the
deep, dark world I was meant for.Presleigh Clarke’s actions turned me into the ruthless man I am today. Too bad
for her, I believe people should pay for the things they have done. The more
painful and messy, the better. I get off on making people bleed. It feeds my
inner demon, and right now, he is starving. She crossed me once, so now she’ll
know what it’s like to fear me. But not all stories end the way you think they
will … mine certainly didn’t.
Big blue eyes stare into mine with a look of terror. Good, she recognizes me. Even in her drunken state, and eleven years later, she still knows who I am.
Her pink lips part, inhaling sharply. Her entire body goes rigid. I take a step toward her as she pulls me in just as she always did. I never could control myself with her. But this time has to be different. I have to be in total control of myself and of her.
She doesn’t move.
She doesn’t blink.
She doesn’t breathe.
Deciding to close the gap completely, I take two more steps until my body is close enough to feel the heat radiating from hers. Her long, dark hair drapes over one shoulder, and it looks good on her. She loved when I used to run my hands through her short hair and play with it. Now I just want to wrap it around my fists and force her to her knees. We never did fuck. We made love—always soft and slow. Now when I picture us in bed together, she is bound and gagged. That way, she won’t be able to stop all the sadistic shit that comes to mind.
I’ve become one of those men I swore to never be! All because of her.
I want her to beg me.
I want her to bleed for me.
I want her to love me.
But I’m not stupid. None of those things will come willingly. I’m gonna have to take them. And I have no problem with that. She made me who I am today, after all.
She continues to stand there like a deer in headlights. I give her a threatening smile but reach out to tuck her hair behind her ear in an innocent gesture when what I really wanna do is slap that look of surprise off her face.
Her body physically shakes.
“Hello, Bunny. Miss me?”
Shantel is a Texas born woman who now lives in Tulsa,
Oklahoma with her high school sweetheart, who is a wonderful, supportive
husband and their two daughters. She loves to spend time cuddled up on the
couch with a good book.
She considers herself extremely lucky to do what she does
while getting to work from home. Going to concerts and the movies are just a
few of her favorite things to do. She hates coffee but loves wine. She and her
husband are both huge football fans, college and NFL. And she has to feed her
high heel addiction by shopping for shoes weekly.
Although she has a passion to write, her family is most
important to her. She loves spending evenings at home with her husband and
daughters, along with their cat and dog.