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, "Why

and at the moment your not

on his lips, "I'm curious,

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

felt my

to say anything, I am curious as to why

because there weren't any babysitters available." I

expression confused a little, "How

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

inches from mine, he smelled

"You're lying. devushka."

time and answers were limited, I knew

both know it. so why don't we skip

back in the chair. trying to play it

waste of your time this must have been..." I gave his

dragging me off the chair and pressing me to

it out of you."

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

here. Right now. You don't know how tempting it is to fuck that tight

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

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