The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 13

I sat in his living room, my hands roughly gripping each other, so hard my knuckles cracked.

My legs were tightly crossed into a stiff and uncomfortable position, because that was the exact position i was in.

Viktor sat across me, drink in hand, staring at me.

He seemed to be studying me, as if he was remembering every single inch of me, which almost made me want to squirm in my seat all on its own. Instead I coped with the situation by sitting completely and utterly...still.

"Can I get you something to drink, Grey?"

"No"

"Eat?"

"No"

he sat down his drink.

"You ate nothing at the restaurant, maybe something to eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

I watched as he lifted himself from the seat a few feet from me, and sat on the glass coffee table across from me, his beautiful brown eyes searching my own.

The question suddenly came into my head.

"Why?"

eyebrows arched, "Why

the moment your not trying

on his

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

felt my pulse

me your last name, i'm going to assume that he told you not to say anything, I am curious as to why he would bring a

weren't any babysitters available."

a little, "How

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

leaned in, his face inches from mine,

"You're lying. devushka."

answers were limited, I knew it, and so

why don't we skip the formalities and you tell me who

in the chair. trying to

i really am his whore...what a waste of your time this must have been..." I gave his gorgeously frustrated face

second, dragging me off the chair and pressing

of

lips to my ear as i gurgled

Right now. You don't know how tempting it is to fuck that tight wet pussy

I gripped

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