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

in a second, "You drugged me! You're such a

only grew, "I did

because you told him

"This is true."

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

Why me?

have the shittiest

on my waist. My core went hot at the heat of his

just sat there...on

you..." He breathed, his breath smelled

of what he just said to me, he missed

said without thinking, and

it would feel like to kiss his soft pierced lips, and I took in a sharp breath before

so sudden, it took me off guard, his lips pressed roughly against mine, his tongue trailing across my lips as he

lips back to his, and they seemed to just fit. I

Woo girl power.

him, he rolled over on top