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 up to

a second, "You

smile only grew, "I did not drug you,

you told him

"This is true."

to sit down. I rolled my eyes and jumped

Why me?

I have the shittiest

grew bright red as he placed a hand on my waist. My

I just sat there...on top of him...staring

you..." He breathed, his breath smelled

did a double take of what he just said to

without thinking, and I silently cursed myself for being so

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

his tongue trailing across my lips as he pulled me unbelievably closer to him. Pressing my pelvis into his

to just fit. I ran my black painted

Woo girl power.

him, he rolled over on top of me,