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 trying to rape me...so why

tugged on his lips,

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

felt my

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

because there weren't any

expression confused a little, "How do you

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

his face inches from mine, he smelled of expensive

"You're lying. devushka."

were limited, I knew it, and

we skip the formalities and you

the chair. trying to play

if I don't? what if i really am his whore...what a waste of your time

me in a second, dragging me off the chair

just choke it out of you."

as i gurgled and choked,

hot 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

I

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