Page 52 of Triplets for the Russian Boss

Bonnie

Maybe there’s no need for me to be cleaning myself up this thoroughly, but I’d be embarrassed if Kostin and I actually did something tonight. Last time, he wanted my ass, and I hesitated to give it to him. Tonight, he can take what he wants. I want him too much to say no to him for a moment longer.

There’s an old saying that’s been made into songs and repeated a million times, over because it’s true; you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. I can say that’s true for me, when it comes Kostin. When he’s breathing down my neck, hands clutching my hips so hard that they bruise, I’m not sure that I should be enjoying him.

When he’s gone, however, I know that he’s the only man I’ll ever want.

Today’s routine is the same as yesterday. Kostin goes to work, probably gunning people down while he claims to be signing papers and doing managerial work, while I call Kate, eat, lounge, and go swimming. When he gets back, he comes in and watches me until I’m finished with my laps, and then he tells me to clean up and come to the massage room.

This time, his words are sharper. He’s not as kind as he has been to me these past few days, and I know it was because of what happened last night. Maybe he thinks he failed somehow - because I didn’t throw myself at his feet, telling him he could have any hole he likes. That’s ridiculous, but I wouldn’t put it past a Mafia boss who gets everything he wants.

I’ll give it to him tonight, if he wants. I even agreed to it last night, quite hastily too, but that wasn’t good enough for him. He wants to break me, but I’ve already been broken. I’m stronger this time around.

When I get to the massage room, I open the red door and step inside. I wasn’t sure if Kostin would be in the same position as he always is, but he likes routine. He’s lying on the black leather table, just like he always does.

“Are you ready for me?” I ask, striding up to him with more confidence than I thought I’d have. I know what I want, and tonight, I’m going to get it.

Kostin makes a grunt from the table but doesn’t give me a proper answer.

“Excuse me?” I ask loudly, as I arrive beside him. “I didn’t hear you.”

He lifts his head, his thick eyebrows dipping low on his forehead in a frown. “Of course, I’m ready. Why are you being so loud?”

“I get a lot louder,” I say with a wink.

He gives me an uncertain look, but ultimately puts his head back on the table. “Please work on my lower back. It’s been giving me issues.”

“So has mine,” I say, intending for that to sound sexier that it did.

“You need me to massage it for you?” he asks, lifting his head again.

“It might help if you touched it.”

He frowns. “Why are you acting so weird?”

“I’m not,” I reply, looking to the side to avoid his serious eyes.

“Oh, I get it,” he says, suddenly slipping off the table and jumping down in front of me. “You want something from me, don’t you?”

I step back. “Maybe,” I reply, struggling to say much else. I knew he’d eventually come for me, but he has still managed to catch me off guard.

“I don’t think you’re ready for this,” he says, placing his hand on his thick cock as it pumps full of blood.

“I am,” I say, but the confidence isn’t as strong as I hoped it would be.

A smirk lifts the left side of Kostin’s high cheekbones. “I still don’t have condoms.”

“You wanted to…” I start the sentence, but I’m unable to finish it. My voice vanishes like a shooting star burning out in the night sky.

“I wanted to what?” He asks, stepping closer and tugging on his cock. “I wanted to put it in your ass?”

I nod.

“Beg me,” he says in a deep voice.

“Please,” I say, but I already know he’s not going to accept such mediocre effort.

He shakes his head. “My sweet Bonnie, you can do better than that.”

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