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

a second, "You drugged me! You're

grew, "I did not drug you, love.

because you told

"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 bounce...on top of

Why me?

do I have

a hand on my waist. My core went hot at the heat of his hands

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

He breathed, his breath

a double take of what he just said to

without thinking, and I silently cursed myself for being so

of what it would feel like to kiss his soft pierced lips, and I

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

my lips back to his, and they seemed to just fit. I ran my black painted fingers through his soft hair,

Woo girl power.

with him, he rolled over on top of me, and pinned