What I Want — Hannah Ford

NOAH

I wanted to screw her as soon as I saw her. That curvy little body was all tarted up in a tight little black dress, her breasts practically spilling out the top. Her dark hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders, and she sipped on a drink, her full pink lips pretty and pouty and just made for sucking my…

I wondered what she would think if she knew the truth about me, if she knew how rough I was, how demanding. If she knew that if I brought her home with me, I would have no interest in making love to her, that instead I would want to give it to her hard and lash her with my belt.

I wanted her more than I'd wanted any woman in my life.

But she wasn't ready for me and the kind of demons that tormented my soul.

I should have left her alone.

But I just couldn't help myself.

(PLEASE NOTE: This is WHAT HE WANTS told from Noah's POV.)