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.

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

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

grew, "I did not drug you,

because you

"This is true."

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

Why me?

have the shittiest

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

bled into mine, as I just sat there...on top of him...staring at

missed you..." He breathed, his

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

missed you too." I said without thinking, and I silently

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

so sudden, it took me off guard, his lips pressed roughly against mine, his tongue trailing across my lips as he pulled me

and they seemed to just fit. I

Woo girl power.

me with him, he rolled over on top of