The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 32

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. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

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....

Suddenly Viktor, and the Italians....and pretty much all of my problems went away.

He likes me. And I like him.

I think I can 100% agree that, that this was the best peice of news a girl could come to a conclusion to;

He likes me, and I like him.

He seemed to practically read me as he took a step forward, I felt my cheeks go hot, and a weird tingle in the pit of my stomach as he pressed against me.

His eyes went from my eyes to my lips, as he leaned forward, my heart was pounding.

"I know." He breathed, his minty ice breath engulfed me, "me too."

And then his lips pressed to mine, his bottom lip curling around mine, his hands wrapped around my waist, trailing up and down the lower part of my back.

I all but moaned as I pressed into his intoxicating taste, his mouth moved in sync with my lips as he backed me up to the back wall of the room.

My back hit the wall as I wrapped my hands around his neck.

He softly bit my lower lip with a grin, as his lips made love to mine.

He pulled me impossibly close as he lifted me into his arms, my legs and thighs curling around his lower waist.

He spun me around as he carried me to my bed, pressing me down on the bed as he broke the kiss to grin at me, and sadly, I seemed to have let my horny suppressed teenager side get to the best of me as yanked him down on top of me.

I felt him smile against my lips as he felt his way along my ass, his hard-on pressed against my lower stomach.

My cheeks grew hot as he leaves trails of kisses down my neck.

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

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

Reality suddenly struck me about what I was doing, I had never been "that girl". The one who knew exactly "what to do" and "how to do it."

But here I was having a heated make out session with a gorgeous Russian billionaire mob boss...this was going against all of my morals.

Fuck. Yes.

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

Was I ready for this?

I was a still a Virgin, did I feel this strongly about him?

Yes. I did, this man had given me such an adventure in such little time. Even though the past few 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 for almost half my life.

I breathed out as he lifted my dress higher.

His blue eyes were full of mischief, his bleach white smile reached ear to ear as he pressed his lips to mine.

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

"When we do, do this." He motioned between him and me " I want it to be perfect, not rushed or during the middle of the day."

His eyes trailed over my face as he pressed his lips to the tip of my nose.

"I want it to be perfect just like you."

CLICHÈ

My ears practically burned off, my stomach tingled and I couldn't keep my feet still, he made me this way, made me unconfident and Nervous for the first time in my life.

I couldn't help but smile as he just stared at me, I probably looked like a fücking dork but who the fück cares?

He suddenly moved to my left so that he was next to me, his big strong arms wrapped around my thin body.

"Let's take the entire week off." He said suddenly, his hot breath warming the back of my neck.

I frowned, even though he couldn't see me,"what?"

"It's Sunday, let's take the week off, just me and you. A vacation?"

My heart leaped.

"Yes." I spun around so that I was laying right next to him, both of us facing each other. "That sounds amazing. You would do that for me?"

He gave me a look like I was crazy, "of course

I would, your worth it."

I I scrunched my nose, "I'm hardly worth it."

He leaned in, his breath fanning my mouth. "Your worth anything." His lips pressed down on mine in a quick peck.

I shut my eyes as I curled into him, wrapping myself around his strength.

"Your worth everything."