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, "Why

of his whores, and at the moment your

smile tugged on his

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

felt my pulse

your last name, i'm going to assume that he told you not to say anything, I am curious as to why

any babysitters available." I muttered

little, "How

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

leaned in, his face inches from mine, he

"You're lying. devushka."

were limited, I knew it, and so

skip the formalities and you tell me who exactly

back in the chair. trying to

if i really am his whore...what a waste of your time

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

it out of you." he gave me a sadistic

lips to my ear as i gurgled

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

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

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