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

was up in a second, "You drugged

smile only grew, "I did

you

"This is true."

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

Why me?

have the shittiest

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

I just sat there...on top of

you..." He breathed, his breath smelled

he just said

too." I said without thinking, and I silently cursed myself for being

his soft pierced lips, and I took in a sharp breath before he leaned in and pressed his lips

lips pressed roughly against mine, his tongue trailing across my lips as he pulled me unbelievably closer to him. Pressing my pelvis into his crotch, his hard on

seemed to just fit. I ran my black painted fingers through his

Woo girl power.

rolled over on top of me, and pinned in