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.

frowned, "I don't remember falling asleep..." My eyes shot

second, "You drugged me! You're

did not drug you, love. Nikolai

because you

"This is true."

the edge of the bed, and motioned for me to sit down. I rolled my eyes and jumped down on

Why me?

have the shittiest

bright red as he placed a hand on my waist. My core went hot at the heat of his hands

eyes bled into mine, as I just

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

take of what he just said to me,

without thinking, and I silently cursed myself for

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

across my lips as

seemed to just fit. I ran

Woo girl power.

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