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

know i'm probably not one of his whores, and at the moment your not trying to rape

smile tugged on his lips,

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

my pulse

to assume that he told you not to say anything, I am curious as to why he would bring a girl, whom is not a

because there weren't any babysitters available." I

confused a little, "How do you

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

his face inches from mine, he smelled

"You're lying. devushka."

limited,

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

back in the chair. trying to play it

don't? what if i really am his whore...what a waste of your time this must

a second, dragging me off the chair and pressing me to the wall by

out of

ear as i gurgled and choked, trying

just fuck it out of you, right here. Right now. You don't know how tempting it is to fuck that tight

using my free hand I gripped his, pressing hard on

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