Lady and the Hitman (Submission #1)

They told me I could ask for anything. One night. One man. One fantasy I’d never admit out loud. So, I did.

I asked for the kind of man my colleagues would crucify me for craving. Dominant. Dangerous. The kind of man who doesn’t ask twice.

What I got… was him. Six-foot-something of cold, silent muscle. Ex-military. Covered in scars and secrets. A hitman. The best there is. He didn’t tell me his name. He just told me to obey.

Now I can’t forget the way he touched me—rough and reverent. Can’t stop replaying the way he looked at me like I was already his. But it was supposed to be one night. No contact. No real names. No fallout.

Except he’s watching me now. Showing up where he shouldn’t. And whispering promises that sound a lot like threats.

I should run. I should remember who I am—what I stand for. But it’s too late. Because when he knocks, I answer. And when he says mine… I believe him.