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?"

arched,

and at the

small smile tugged on his lips, "I'm

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

my pulse

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 girl,

any babysitters available." I

a little, "How do

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

leaned in, his face inches from mine, he smelled

"You're lying. devushka."

limited, I knew it, and

skip the

leaned back in the chair. trying

of your time this

chair and pressing me to the wall by my throat, strangling

could just choke it out of you." he gave me a sadistic

in he pressed his lips to my ear as i gurgled and choked, trying

"I could just fuck it out of you, right here. Right now. You don't know how tempting

enough of this bullshit, so using my free hand I gripped his, pressing hard on his pressure point in between

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