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,

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

tugged on his lips,

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

my pulse

going to assume that he told you not to say anything,

because there weren't any

confused a little, "How do you know

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

from mine, he smelled of expensive

"You're lying. devushka."

time and answers were limited, I knew it,

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

leaned back in the chair. trying to play

I don't? what if i really am his whore...what a waste of your time this must have been..." I gave his gorgeously frustrated face

chair and pressing me to the wall by my

it out of you." he

my ear as i gurgled and choked, trying

on my ear "I could just fuck it out of you, right here. Right now. You don't know how tempting it is to fuck

my free hand I gripped his, pressing hard on his

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