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,

not one of his whores, and at the

smile tugged on his lips, "I'm curious,

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

felt my pulse

assume that he told you not to say

there weren't any babysitters

confused a little, "How

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

in, his face inches from mine, he smelled of expensive

"You're lying. devushka."

answers were limited, I knew

skip the formalities and you tell

leaned back in the chair. trying to play it

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

chair and pressing me to the wall by my throat,

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

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

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

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

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