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

and at the moment your not trying to rape me...so why bring me

small smile tugged on

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

felt my pulse

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

any babysitters available."

little, "How

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

his face inches from mine,

"You're lying. devushka."

limited, I

why don't we skip the formalities and

the chair. trying to play it

a waste of your time this must have been..." I gave his gorgeously frustrated face

me off the chair and

it out of you." he gave me

his lips to my ear as

"I could just fuck it out of you, right here. Right now. You don't know how tempting it is to fuck that tight wet pussy of yours."

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

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