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,

one of his whores, and at the moment your not trying

small smile tugged on

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

my

to say anything, I am curious as

any babysitters available." I

confused a little,

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

inches from mine, he smelled of expensive

"You're lying. devushka."

answers were limited, I knew it, and

know it. so why don't we skip the

in the chair. trying to

his whore...what a waste of your time this must have been..." I gave his gorgeously

was on me in a second, dragging me off the chair

it out of you." he

ear as i gurgled and choked, trying to find my own

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

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

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255