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.

falling asleep..." My eyes shot back up to his

second, "You drugged me! You're

smile only grew, "I did not drug you, love. Nikolai

because you told him

"This is true."

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

Why me?

have

a hand on my waist. My core went hot at

as I just

breathed, his breath smelled

a double take of what he just said to me, he missed

without thinking, and I silently cursed

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

mine, his tongue trailing across my lips as he pulled me

to just fit. I ran my black painted fingers through his soft hair, making

Woo girl power.

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