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.

asleep..." My eyes

was up in a second, "You drugged me! You're such a

beautiful smile only grew, "I did not drug you, love.

because you told him

"This is true."

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

Why me?

have

on my waist. My core went hot at the

eyes bled into mine, as I just sat

He breathed, his breath smelled

did a double take of what he

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

soft pierced lips, and I took in a

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

seemed to just

Woo girl power.

over on top of me, and