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,

and at the moment your not

tugged on his

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

felt my

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

because there weren't any babysitters

confused a little,

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

his face inches from

"You're lying. devushka."

I?" My time and answers were limited, I knew

skip the formalities and you tell me who exactly you

in the chair. trying to play it

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

chair and pressing me to the

it out of you." he gave

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

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

had enough of this bullshit, so using my free hand I gripped

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