The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

He seemed to seize me up, and I did the same.

He was dressed in a dark suit, his hair freshly combed, and his skin smelled of minty aftershave.

His ice eyes looked at me all over, his lip ring, and black ear studs glinted in the lamp light.

"You look....beautiful." He breathed, his dark eye brows furrowing together as he gave me a devilish smile.

I blushed, my cheeks heating up, my chest pounding as butterflies shook me all over.

His eyes would be the death of me, his blue knifes of pure power.

"Thank you." I breathed out.

He took another step towards me, and I felt my breath hitch at his proximity.

raised his right hand, as His pale thumb trailed lightly over my cheeks,

wack as a breeze of his cologne came my

as his thumb rubbed over my lips, the icy feel of his fingers, and the warmth of

tug, his lips were

what I

molded over mine, his

hard, and pressed, almost as if he feared he

Sadly we did.

realized it, but he had lifted me off the ground, and I smiled as he set me back down, and gave my cheek a

"Let's go suka."

***

sat at a table, in a restaurant so fancy, that

wasn't worried

was worried about what I was