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.

My eyes shot back up to his laughing

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

"I did

you told

"This is true."

to sit down. I

Why me?

have the shittiest

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

bled into mine, as I just sat there...on

breathed, his breath smelled of

he just

and I silently

kiss his soft pierced lips, and I

roughly against mine, his tongue trailing across my lips as he pulled me unbelievably closer to him. Pressing

his, and they seemed to just fit. I ran my black painted fingers through his soft hair,

Woo girl power.

rolled over on top of me, and pinned in between