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

"You

did

you told

"This is true."

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

Why me?

do I have the shittiest

waist. My core went hot at the heat of

I just sat there...on top of

missed you..." He breathed, his breath

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

without thinking, and I silently cursed myself for being so

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

guard, his lips pressed roughly against mine, his tongue trailing across my lips as he pulled me

to his, and they seemed to just fit. I ran my black painted

Woo girl power.

on top of me, and pinned in