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

"You drugged

beautiful smile only grew, "I did not drug

because you told him

"This is true."

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

Why me?

I have

cheeks grew bright red as he placed a hand on my waist. My core went hot at the heat of his hands on

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

breathed, his breath smelled of

a double take of what he just said to me,

I said without thinking, and I

suddenly thought of what it would feel like to kiss his soft pierced lips, and I took in a sharp breath before he leaned in and pressed

across my lips as he pulled me unbelievably closer to him. Pressing my pelvis into his crotch, his hard on

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

Woo girl power.

over on top of me, and