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.

don't remember falling asleep..." My eyes shot back up to his

a second, "You drugged me!

smile only grew, "I did not

because you told him

"This is true."

the bed, and motioned for me to sit down. I rolled

Why me?

have the shittiest

he placed a hand on my waist. My

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

He breathed, his breath smelled of

double take of what he just

I said without thinking, and I silently cursed

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

trailing across my lips as he pulled me

lips back to his, and they seemed to just

Woo girl power.

on