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.

My eyes shot back

a second, "You drugged

beautiful smile only grew, "I did

because you told

"This is true."

and motioned for me to sit down. I

Why me?

have the shittiest

red as he placed a hand on my waist. My core went

just

you..." He breathed, his breath

a double take of what he just

and I silently cursed myself for

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

it took me 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 his crotch, his hard on pressing into my

seemed to just fit.

Woo girl power.

over on top of me, and pinned in between