The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Breathe.

Breathe, c'mon Grey breathe.

I stared at myself in the mirror, my pale skin was flushed, and my eyes were bloodshot.

It had been 24 minutes and 17 seconds since Viktor made his "little visit".

Okay, okay okay okay okay....

What I do know is that Viktor is not trying to murder me or kidnap me like I thought. That's a plus.

But also, he says that there are so many things that I don't know, he didn't tell me what, and didn't give me so much as a fucking clue. But he told me that he could help and gave me a fücking phone.

I didn't trust that bastard, not for one minute, but he said everyone that I've ever cared about was in danger, and I'd do anything, anything at all to save the people that I love.

"Grey?" Sins voice stabbed me out of my Daze.

Shit.

His face appeared in the door way, his dark hair was wild and gorgeous, his ice eyes glittering like a thousand little ocean diamonds.

It's going to be soo fucking hard to tell him that I needed to talk to Viktor, who just happened to drop by twenty minutes before he walked in, and also knows more than we ever thought, and wants to murder him...

Well actually I think he already knows that Viktor wants to kill him, but still I think it would be better to keep all of this on the "down low".

He frowned a little when he saw me, "Grey? Are you good?"

My eyes blinked back toward his and I smiled, "yeah sorry, I'm just really happy that we're..."

I remembered the kiss....

Italians....and pretty much all

me. And I

that, that this was the best peice of

and

as he took a step forward, I felt my cheeks go hot, and

to my lips, as he leaned forward, my heart

breathed, his minty ice breath engulfed me,

his hands wrapped around my waist, trailing up

as I pressed into his intoxicating taste, his mouth moved in sync with

as I wrapped my

lip with a

me impossibly close as he lifted me into his arms,

at me, and sadly, I seemed to have let

against my lips as he felt his way along

hot as he leaves trails

no problem feeling his way around my

kisses as my fingers gripped the bottom of his soft

what I was doing, I had never been "that girl". The one who knew exactly "what

a

Fuck. Yes.

his big warm

ready

a still a Virgin, did I feel

months have been the most dangerous, they had also been the most fun that I had ever had. He made me feel warm inside, a feeling that had been dormant deep inside of me

breathed out as he lifted my dress

full of mischief, his bleach white smile reached ear to ear as he pressed his

his shirt, making the decision that I was ready to "take on" this hot and sexy Russian, but he laughed and placed his