Her Hitman

They use my passion for singing against me and kidnap me. The Bratva have me under their control. It’s only a matter of time before I take a fatal misstep and they punish me for it.



But then Damian Drake enters my life, a seven foot tall hitman with iron in his hair and the palest, deadliest eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s a man one step away from a beast, who will do whatever it takes to accomplish his mission.



He kills the man who’s about to assault me, and then I make a decision. I beg him to take me with him. I think this makes him angry at first, the way he looks at me so intensely. But then I learn that it’s something else.



He steals me away and then tells me that I belong to him now. I have no choice but to stay with him, especially when the Bratva threatens to chase me down and kill me.



Damian says he’ll never let anything happen to me because I belong to him. He says he treats his property well. He claims me. He uses me. He makes me his in every sense of the word.



But I’m scared I’m not enough for him. I’m only nineteen and he’s forty-one. I’m a virgin, and the idea of telling him terrifies me. What if I’m not good enough?



But Damian won’t wait. He’s going to take me sooner or later.



He’s the most possessive, jealous man I’ve ever met.



He’s my hitman.