18 Hours // A NSFW Zayn Malik fan fiction

Introduction

My back arched while I moved my hips against him. Straddling his waist, my hands press against his bare chest, my nails digging into him with pleasure.  With a sudden movement I am laying on my back, his body pressing aggressively into my own.  My leg comes up and wraps around his back, my whole body craving him. 

"You are so beautiful", I hear him pant against my neck. His lips pressing against my skin, setting my nerves on fire. This man was going to ruin me.

Feeling his teeth nip at my tender skin I let out a giggle. Quickening his pace, I feel him hit the most sensitive spot deep inside of me.  My back once again arches up, pushing my chest against his. 

Waking up from a sex dream with my forehead covered in sweat, laying in a bed with a man I hardly know is not a great way to start my day. Looking over at his naked body, lower half covered with the sheet, I cannot help but admire his beauty.  

A muscular chest leads down to that delicious V line that some boys are lucky enough to have. His toned arm draped across his face.  I remember his dark blue eyes and chocolate brown hair. The stubble on his face is visible, but the memory of it scratching against my body is more than enough for me to visualize his whole form.  

He was an incredible fuck. He is an insanely handsome man. He is charismatic.

He is also the man that I was assigned to kill. He is my target. He is my mission. He is my enemy. 

Standing up, careful not to wake him, I grab my clothes that are scattered across the hotel room floor. My black, naturally wavy hair knotted from the contact with his hands.  Taking a glance at the nearby vanity mirror I internally groan.  I looked rough. 

My lips slightly swollen from being kissed and bitten.  My dark green eyes surrounded by the smudge of my black mascara. So much for a 12 hour wear. 

Slipping my black boots on I take another glance around the room, making sure that I am not forgetting anything.  I have my wallet, my keys, my phone and my gun. All of the essentials.  

With one final glance at the sleeping man I slip out of the hotel room. My pace quick as I make my way to the elevator.  

I cannot believe that I had sex with my target.  I cannot believe that I had sex with someone I just met. 

Feeling the vibrations of my cellphone I answer the call, already sure of who it is. 

"Hello Agent, can I be bold enough in making the assumption that your task has been completed?" My keepers voice is one that holds a commanding tone.  I have always respected this voice, its body unknown to myself. 

"Yeah, about that", I pause inhaling the scent of the elevator.  The door closes and I brace myself for delivering the bad news. "I ran into a minor...difficulty" My body aches, remembering how his felt all over it. "He was harder to, handle, than I had originally estimated.  I have not completed my assignment."

With a loud sigh the keeper responds in a shockingly calm manner, "You have 18 hours to complete the mission assigned to you. If you fail..." 

"Yeah I know, my chip will be pulled and I will be on my own.  I understand loud and clear."

I interrupt him before he can finish warning me of the risk that I face, having heard this speech before.  It is not that I fail my missions often, instead I cause a little more trouble than the company would prefer. 

If they pull my chip, that means that I am blacklisted. My face and information plastered onto every dark web assassin forum, my file sent to every intelligence agency affiliated with the United Nations (which is a lot by the way), and any other spot that could help get me taken out of the game.  

People don't last long once their tag has been pulled.  I have 18 hours to kill that man. I have 18 hours to save myself.