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,

his whores, and at the moment your not trying to rape

smile tugged on his lips, "I'm

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

felt my

that he told you not to say anything, I am curious as to why he

any babysitters available." I

expression confused a little, "How do you know

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

inches from

"You're lying. devushka."

My time and answers were limited, I knew

know it. so why don't we skip the formalities and you tell me who exactly

in the chair. trying

whore...what a waste of your time this must have been..."

off the chair and pressing me to the wall by

it out of you." he gave me a sadistic

ear as i gurgled and choked, trying

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

my free hand I gripped his, pressing hard on his pressure point

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