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.

frowned, "I don't remember falling asleep..." My eyes shot back up

in a second, "You drugged me!

grew, "I did not drug

you

"This is true."

sit down. I rolled my eyes and jumped

Why me?

I have

a hand on my waist. My core went hot at the

as I just sat

breathed, his breath

he just said to

and

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

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

thinking I pressed my lips back to his, and they seemed to just fit. I ran my black painted fingers through his soft

Woo girl power.

over on top of me, and pinned