Lady and the Butcher (Submission, #2)

I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who needed… more. Not with my routine. My color-coded schedule. Everything about me is clean, structured, wholesome. Safe.

But the truth? I was bored. Burnt out. And desperate to feel something. So, I wrote a letter. To them.

I asked for danger. For dominance. For the kind of man who could ruin me.

What I got… was him.

They call him The Butcher. A brutal enforcer for one of the most powerful crime syndicates in the country. Cold. Quiet. Absolutely unrepentant. He didn’t ask questions. He just showed up — And took me apart.

I should’ve ended it after one night. Should’ve gone back to the woman I used to be.

But I didn’t. I let him in. And now, I can’t stop craving the very thing I swore I’d never become — A woman who wants a monster more than she wants wholesome.

This was supposed to be fantasy. No real names. No attachments. No blood on my hands.

Only now… there is blood. And he’s telling me I’m his. That he doesn’t let go of what’s his.

Even if it costs us everything.