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....

much all of my

And I like

agree that, that this was the best peice of news a

likes me, and

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

my eyes to my lips, as he leaned

his minty ice breath engulfed me, "me

his lips pressed to mine, his bottom lip curling around mine, his hands

intoxicating taste, his mouth moved in sync with my lips as he

as I wrapped my hands around

with a grin, as his

as he lifted me into his arms,

he broke the kiss to grin at me, and

my lips as he felt his way along my

hot as he leaves trails of kisses down

dress is sleeveless, he has no problem feeling his way around my upper half, pulling and tugging on the cloth of my

grin through his kisses as my fingers gripped the bottom of his soft white dress

I had never been "that girl". The one who knew

with a gorgeous Russian billionaire mob boss...this was going against

Fuck. Yes.

almost froze as I felt his big warm hands begin to slide my

I ready for

a still a Virgin, did I feel this strongly about

few months have been the most dangerous, they had also been the most fun that I had ever had. He

breathed out as he lifted my dress

full of mischief, his bleach white smile reached ear to

"take on" this hot and sexy Russian,