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,

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

smile tugged on his lips, "I'm

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

felt my pulse

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

weren't any babysitters available."

expression confused a little, "How do you know

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

face inches from mine, he smelled

"You're lying. devushka."

limited, I

why don't we skip the

chair. trying to play

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

me off the chair and pressing me to the

of you."

to my ear as i gurgled and choked, trying

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

bullshit, so using my free hand I gripped his,

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