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.