Sleeping With Danger: The Mafia Boss I Shouldn't Have Crossed

I'm a killer who accidentally sleeps with a mafia boss twice.

The first time, I walk away without saying anything, leaving behind nothing but a note and a bank card. "Fantastic night. Thanks."

The second time, he lands himself at the top of the killer hit list and has a sky-high bounty placed on him.

Later, he traps me in his room as I fade in and out of consciousness, drowning in his presence.

He holds my hand and aims my gun at himself with a chuckle. "You're shaking so badly. Can you even keep your gun steady?"

I was on the phone when Dominic Selwyn came out of a club. My boss sent me his details, which I glanced through. Then, I calmly rejected the job. "Nope. I'm not doing this one."

"You know him?" my boss asked.

I chuckled. "I slept with him."

He was silent for a few seconds. Then, he said, "I'll pay you double the bounty."

I raised an eyebrow and looked at the astronomical sum. "Deal."

I ended the call and strode toward Dominic.

He was tall and imposing in his impeccable suit, and countless people tried to hit on him even as he stood there. He turned them down one after the other, faltering when he saw me. Then, his gaze landed on my exposed chest.

There was a bite mark there. My last target had left it. Too bad he was now money in my pocket.

Dominic's gaze turned cold as he stared fixedly at the bite mark. His phone screen was lit up—he'd probably been texting his men. I accidentally saw one of the messages. "Give them the shipment at the harbor."

I didn't pay it much mind. Instead, I leaned in and wrapped my arms around his neck, asking saucily, "Wanna leave with me?"

He looked down at me. I knew he'd been searching for me since I'd up and left without a word after sleeping with him the last time, but I'd never appeared.

I didn't want to get involved with ordinary people. It was too troublesome. It was why I only slept with my targets—I could kill them after having my fun. I'd have a good time, and I'd get paid for it, too.

So, I tightened my arms around his neck and kissed him as we plunged into the darkness. The smell of tobacco lingered between our lips, and the sound of our belts clashing together rang out sharply in the dark alley.

I could clearly feel his arousal, which only made me more reckless and provocative.

Dominic was hard for me, but he pushed me away, his voice low and restrained. "I won't be the other man."

I looked at the marks on my body and raised an eyebrow knowingly. "You know I don't have anyone in my life."

I tiptoed and leaned in, nibbling on his earlobe as I whispered lazily, "It's just a night of fun, isn't it?"

He didn't look much happier after I said that, but I knew he wouldn't turn me down.

Sure enough, he pinned me to the wall, his eyes dark and unfathomable. He looked like he wanted to rip me to pieces. After a long while, he laughed softly. "Don't regret this."

…

Dominic's villa was far out in the suburbs.

Under the pale moonlight, broken sounds shattered the quiet of the night.

"Enough…"

Dominic leaned close to my ear. "What?"

I gasped for breath and gripped his arms as I trembled. "I said, enough."

He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head, looking down at me imperiously as he rasped, "This is far from enough."

His phone rang and rang, but he didn't spare it a glance as he focused all his attention on me. I felt like I was floating in an ocean without anything to support me. He was the only piece of driftwood I could cling to.

I sounded like I was about to cry as I wailed, "I'm dying, Dominic…"

He finally stopped and fixed a burning gaze on my face.

I shut my eyes as I tried to catch my breath, but I secretly felt around for my gun, wrapping a hand around the barrel. I had to end this quickly. Otherwise, at this rate, I wouldn't just fail the job—I'd die under his ministrations.

I rolled Dominic under me and leaned down to kiss him. He let out a low laugh and asked, "Are you going to kill me now?"

I froze. There wasn't time to think—I whipped out my gun.

He easily caught me and disarmed me in seconds. When he saw that there was only one bullet, he laughed again. "You sure are confident, Mr. Assassin. I'm confiscating this."

This was the first time I'd messed up in my career as an assassin. For a second, countless ways to die flashed in my mind. Questions overwhelmed me, but I couldn't voice a single one.

Dominic wasn't pleased with my distraction. He bit my neck.

I winced from the pain. I struggled and resisted, but he easily overpowered me.

After being dragged back into the whirlpool of his dominance, I vaguely felt him stuff my gun into my hand again. However, I didn't have the strength to lift it.

Dominic kissed my fingers and pressed the barrel to his chest, where his heart was. His body and lips were merciless as he said, "You're shaking so badly. Can you even keep your gun steady?"

My hand shook, and the gun clattered to the floor.

He ignored it and trapped me in his arms.

His phone was still buzzing. The screen lit up, and I saw its contents. A message had come from a number that was beyond familiar to me, but the words were respectfully directed toward Dominic.

"I've sent him to you. Pleasure doing business with you."