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.

remember falling asleep..." My eyes

a second, "You

did not drug

because you

"This is true."

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

Why me?

have the shittiest

grew bright red as he placed a hand on my waist. My core went hot at the

just sat there...on top of

He breathed, his breath

double take of what he just said to

thinking, and I silently

like to kiss his soft pierced lips, and I took in a

tongue trailing across my lips as he pulled me unbelievably closer to him. Pressing my

back to his, and they seemed to just fit. I ran

Woo girl power.

him, he rolled over on top of me,