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

not one of his whores, and at the moment

smile tugged on his

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

my

to tell me your last name, i'm going to assume that he told you not to say anything, I am curious as to why he would bring a girl,

there weren't any babysitters available." I muttered

expression confused a little, "How do you know

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

inches from mine,

"You're lying. devushka."

answers were limited, I knew it, and so

know it. so why don't we skip

chair. trying to play it

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

me off the chair and

it out of you." he

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

of you, right here. Right now. You don't

hand I gripped his, pressing hard on his pressure point in between his

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