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,

probably not one of his whores, and at the moment your not trying to rape me...so why bring

small smile tugged on his lips, "I'm

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

felt my pulse

not to say anything, I am curious

there weren't any babysitters available." I

little, "How do you know

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

face inches from mine,

"You're lying. devushka."

time and answers were limited,

both know it. so why don't we skip the

the chair. trying

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

off the chair and pressing

of you." he gave me a sadistic

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

his breath was hot on my ear "I could just fuck it out of you, right here. Right now. You don't

my free hand I gripped

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