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.

remember falling asleep..." My eyes shot back

in a second, "You drugged

did not drug you, love. Nikolai

you told him

"This is true."

to sit down. I

Why me?

have the shittiest

placed a hand on my waist. My core went hot

just sat there...on top of

missed you..." He breathed, his breath smelled

a double take of what he just said

without thinking, and I silently cursed myself for being so

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

my lips as he pulled me unbelievably closer to him. Pressing my

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

Woo girl power.

pulling me with him, he rolled over on top