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,

i'm probably not one of his whores, and at the

on his lips, "I'm curious,

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

my

refuses to tell 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 girl,

weren't any babysitters available." I

a little, "How

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

inches from mine,

"You're lying. devushka."

limited, I knew it,

why don't we skip the

leaned back in the chair. trying

your time this must have been..." I

me in a second, dragging me off the chair

of

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

you, right here. Right now. You don't know

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

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