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.

"I don't remember falling asleep..." My eyes shot back up to his laughing

a second, "You drugged

beautiful smile only grew, "I did not drug

because you told him

"This is true."

sat on the edge of the bed, and motioned for me to sit down. I rolled my eyes and jumped down on the bed, causing me to

Why me?

have the

as he placed a hand on my waist. My core went hot at the heat of

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

He breathed,

of what he just said to me,

you too." I said without thinking, and I silently

to kiss his soft pierced lips, and I

lips

they seemed to just fit.

Woo girl power.

he rolled over on top