The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

I woke up with a sharp pain in my neck.

Why whenever I wake up in a weird place, something in my body is always fucking hurting.

I hate people. I want a dog. And ice cream.

I groaned as I buried my head into a pillow, sunlight flooded into the room.

"Close the window." I whined.

I heard a familiar chuckle, "It's time to get up."

My head shot up, my eyess wide and alert. And there he was in all his gorgeous glory. Sin.

He smiled at me, his dark hair was its gorgeous mess, his lip ring was turned up in a smirk. He wore a tight dark t-shirt and fitted dark wash jeans.

He. Is. A. God.

"Morning sleepy head." He said with a grin as he leaned back on the wall, his eyes trailing over me.

falling asleep..." My eyes shot back up to

in a second, "You

only grew, "I did

you told

"This is true."

and motioned for me to sit down. I

Why me?

do I have the shittiest

bright red as he placed a hand on my waist. My core went hot at

bled into mine, as I just sat there...on top

He breathed, his breath smelled

what he just

and I silently cursed myself for

and I took in a sharp breath before he leaned in and pressed his lips to

took me off guard, his lips pressed roughly against mine, his tongue trailing across my lips as he pulled me unbelievably closer to him.

I pressed my lips back to his, and they seemed to just fit. I ran

Woo girl power.

pulling me with him, he rolled over on top of