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

in a second, "You drugged me!

"I did not

you told

"This is true."

for me to sit down. I rolled my eyes and jumped down on the

Why me?

have the shittiest

on my waist. My core went hot at the heat

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

missed you..." He breathed, his breath

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

said without thinking, and I

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

sudden, it took me off guard, his lips pressed roughly against mine, his tongue trailing across my lips as he pulled me unbelievably closer to him. Pressing my

just

Woo girl power.

over on top of me, and