by KJ Dahlen
“Home...” She caressed his cheek. “So, you are going to go back to Russia after this?”
He grasped her cheeks with both hands. “No, I already told you that I wish to make my home here with you.”
“But a man like you...” She paused. “I am sure you are wealthy, have a mansion, limos, balls and plenty of cash and a whole lot of—”
He cut her off by smothering her mouth with his. He kissed her long and hard.
When they came up for air, he looked into her eyes. “Those things did not make me happy. You do.”
Daisy was breathless from the kiss as she smiled slightly.
He gave her a wicked smile. “I have an idea that will make you feel better.”
Staring at him, she licked her lips. “Oh, yeah?”
He watched her tongue go over those luscious lips. Then he smoothly slid his body down along hers as he opened her thighs. “Da...I never wanted a woman like I want you, Deyzi,” he whispered the declaration to her thighs. “I never wanted to give them pleasure like I do you.”
Gulping heavily now, she held her breath at his heartfelt disclosure.
“I want to taste you.”
With his provocative admission, Daisy’s body tensed with desire, and she slowly parted her thighs wider.
Timor growled low in his throat. He should have done this before. Nothing would stop him now though. He intended to brand this woman as his, so she would never want for any other man or person.
Daisy visibly quivered with the now telltale, sexy sound of his low growl.
Placing his lips to her clit, he tasted her juices.
The trembling increased in her body when his moist mouth met her throbbing button. Gasping from just the sheer overwhelming weakness in her limbs, her head fell back.
Timor used his tongue to trace a path up her silky folds and back down. This was pure heaven as he realized the taste of her had branded him instead. He wanted more and more.
Daisy thought she might just lose her mind now. The feeling of his velvety tongue on her lady bits was like a blazing brush stroke of pure euphoria as she helplessly whimpered.
Raising his head, he quietly looked at her.
Dropping her gaze, she locked eyes with him, fighting valiantly to seem calm, this man was fast rocking her world, and she felt the need to keep that news from him at least for now.
“You really liked that,” he stated in a knowing tone.
Still stricken mute from her body’s tremulous betrayal, all she could do was nod.
That magnificent smile of his slowly appeared and spread out on his face.
The effect of this smiling to her already pounding heart was immediate and inescapable.
Timor dipped his head again and breathed a searing stream of warm air onto her mound as his mouth rested at her open thighs. “Just give your body to me.”
The words were spoken to her sensitive skin and vibrated through her like the music or something as every nerve in her body came alive. The vulnerable sensation of the act he was about to commit was exhilarating and completely terrifying at the same time.
The sky blue in his eyes darkened to simmering cobalt as he stared at her exposed clit. He raised his head and looked at her shivering body. “I will do all the work, my sweet girl.” He lowered his tongue and swiped her exposed nub back and forth.
“Ohh,” she breathlessly gasped.
Timor seemed empowered now as he nibbled her, and then latched on, sucking and drawing at her with his blazing mouth.
The true erotic experience of his lusciously talented tongue was even beyond the bliss she’d previously guessed at. Her body began to shake. “No, Timor. Dammit!” she swore as her whole body quivered in his grasp. Daisy knew that she would not last long as she nearly blacked out right there while being held and licked by this overwhelming man. No man had ever done her like this and even in her wettest dreams, she never envisioned anything close to this kind of overpowering stimulation.
With seemingly hungry enthusiasm, Timor lapped her, suckled and licked at her throbbing button. He easily kept his strong grasp on her hips, his orally erotic tongue strokes going up and over, up and down.
Her body was no longer under her control as his tongue stroked Daisy’s now pulsing core. Now I know what real ecstasy is supposed to be like, she realized, while her body came alive in ways she never knew possible.
He overpowered any defense she had before in her carnal self; no man had ever made her feel as though she were a living flame. His tongue became the match, a torch lighting up a world of pure sensual gratification. Colors exploded behind her closed lids and the Earth spun slowly around her. If I’m dreaming this? I don’t ever want to wake up. Her body stiffened and her head snapped upright.
“No, Timor! I’m gonna...” With an almost fearful, yet excited burst of some feeling she couldn’t identify, her body grew rigid with pleasure and her legs stiffened as she dropped her trembling body back onto the bed.
His face was still buried there, his mouth scorching her like a brand of pure, relentless ecstasy and as she came with a powerful jerk of her heaving, defenseless body, he unabashedly sucked and drew her orgasm from her.
Daisy’s sexually besieged body jumped with a hard start and without any conscious intent, she let out a long crying sigh. “Oh, Timor. Oh!” Her voice turned to a vulnerable whimpering moan while tears rolled down her hot flushed cheeks.
Slowing the erotic journey for her, he nibbled at her swollen nub while it still pulsed and throbbed.
The effect caused another blissful jolt along her now overwhelmed body.
He raised his head and smiled at her as he licked his lips. “See? No work for you. Now, you can just lie back and sleep some more.”
Daisy rose up and felt the tears on her cheeks. “Damn you, Russian man!” She punched him on the arm.
His eyes widened at her sudden outburst and her angry punch.
“You made me cry! No man has ever done that... not for anything!”
He then grinned at her with a slow teeth reveling smile. “Da and I will do it again and again. I promise.”
Daisy huffed out air and slumped back onto her pillow. “I will never live this down.”
Timor chuckled. “Surely not. I will remind you perhaps every morning.”
A pounding came on the door that seemed to startle them both out of the world for two that they’d built during the morning between them.
Chapter Nine
Timor sat up and looked over at the door.
Daisy swiped at her tear stained face and groaned as she tried to raise now weakened body back up.
He patted her arm. “Stay down, you are still healing. I did that so you would rest and because I wanted a good taste of you.” He winked at her. “Delicious by the way. Just as I had thought.” He got up and tugged his pants on then headed to the door. Opening it, he saw Isoif.
His son stared at him. “Sorry to wake you father, but Sergi is arriving soon.”
Timor nodded. “I shall be ready.”
Isoif peeked around him to see Daisy with the sheet pulled up to her neck. He then looked up at his father and smiled.
Timor tried to keep his face neutral but he found he couldn’t. He smiled back.
Isoif leaned in close. “Timor Maxim, in all the years I have been with you I never seen you smile like this.” He then stepped back and went down the hall.
Timor stood there for a moment, then finally shut the door. He turned around to see Daisy attempting to get out of bed. This was the reason for his smiling. This stubborn ass American woman he had discovered out in the middle of nowhere. “Daisy. Stop right this minute,” he ordered.
The woman of his dreams grunted as she swung her shapely legs over the side of the bed. “You aren’t the boss of me, Mr. Maxim.” She winced as she stood up.
He could see her swaying on her feet. Rushing over, he scooped her up.
Gasping, she complained, “You cannot carry me. I’m a grown ass woman!”<
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“I can carry you and I shall carry you.” He swung her around and laid her back down on the bed.
Her eyes were now blue sparks.
He caught her look and laughed. “Please?” he pleaded. “Please stay in bed for a few more hours?”
She gave him a beady eyed stare. “Ok, since you asked nicely.”
He chuckled as he shook his head. “I see life with you will be interesting.”
She almost cracked a smile. “You have no idea, Mr. Bossy.”
At this, he outright laughed then he caressed her face. “Let me go meet with Sergi and I will send Ethel up here to take care of you. Bring you some clothes and breakfast, ok?”
She looked away. “Ok.”
He shook his head and went to get his bag to change clothes.
Sergi Constantine hadn’t slept much in the last 2 days. He’d caught a nap on the jet, but that had been all. He wondered how Timor was fairing now. He had spoken to him a week ago when the man had just up and decided to go to America and live there. This event had honestly surprised Sergi. He had known Timor almost all of his life and the man never changed his ways once.
It was funny what family could do though. He knew himself that he would move heaven and earth for his. This all troubled him though. He wasn’t sure the old Timor would give up so easily, let alone retire from being the head of the largest Bratva sect besides Sergi’s territory. Sergi felt troubled by all of this. If Timor Maxim stirred up trouble for his men in New Orleans, for Roman, Isoif and in connection for Yuri, Sergi would have to face him off and this could cause an internal war within the Bratva. It was a worry he’d thought was past them. Or was it?
He remembered when Timor had found out he had a son in America, the man was adamant and headstrong to bring him back to Russia to live a Maxim’s life.
“But he is my eldest son,” Timor had almost shouted at Sergi. “He should be beside me, working with my people. Knowing me and Iosif as his family not a bunch of strangers from when he was a child.”
Sergi just stared at the other man. “He’s a grown man and what’s more is he grew up without knowing you or his brother. It wasn’t your fault this happened but it did happen and you cannot change that fact. If you want to have any kind of relationship with him, you have to step back and allow him to take the lead. Give him the chance to get to know you first.”
Timor looked even angrier than before. “But that is not the way of it. He must see what this could be for him. He has an inheritance. The Maxims have a long history here in Russia, a strong history of tradition within the Bratva rule. He will come to see this and accept it.”
Sergi shrugged. “In a perfect world perhaps that would happen but this world we live in is not perfect. I don’t know his whole story and neither do you. What I suggest you do is get to know the man he is today rather than expect him to bend to what you think he should be. He grew up long before he was ten years old when he was a street rat, scrambling for a warm place to sleep and food enough to fill his hungry belly. You need to remember that, but don’t judge him for it. He didn’t have any choice in the manner he grew up in. All he had at his back were those four friends he calls his brothers.”
“But now he should have his real family,” Timor insisted.
Iosif got to his feet and grabbed his father’s shoulder. “Father, let’s just go. Allow Sergi to make contact like he said and see what happens after that.”
“But I want this now. I can’t wait another moment.” Timor growled. “I’ve waited his whole life for this moment and I won’t wait anymore!”
“But we have to wait,” Iosif argued. “I don’t like it either but we must wait.”
Timor glared at his son for a moment then turned to Sergi. “Make the call. Set this into motion. I want my son back.” Then he turned and stomped to the door.
Iosif had turned to face the Sergi and Misha. “I’m sorry. He’s never been a patient man and with this, he wants it done yesterday. He’s been looking for my brother for a long time now. And now that he’s this close, he wants to steamroll over any difficulties in getting his way.”
Misha laughed out loud. “Maybe Roman is his son after all. He has the same temperament.”
Iosif smiled briefly. “That would be a good thing. He just about killed my mother when he found out that she abandoned the both of us.” He looked down at the floor for a moment then looked at the two men. “I just hope Roman can accept us as his family. It will break my father if he can’t.”
Then Timor had gone on to mess it all up. You couldn’t hope to rule over a man like Roman Salazar, and Timor hadn’t been able to do that. It became such a problem, that Sergi himself had to demand that Timor leave and go back to Russia. It had been touch and go for a while. If Timor had pushed it all too far, there would have been an internal Bratva war and many would have suffered.
Sergi now wondered what he would encounter this time with Timor Maxim. Would he be reasonable? Yuri had informed him that he was at a loss to understand what had happened to Timor as he was acting so far out of character that Yuri was entirely puzzled.
One fact remained though. Timor had claimed to find a man that Sergi had wanted to get a hold of for more than thirty years. He had never forgotten what this man had done. How could he? He’d murdered his Uncle in cold blood and it had shattered his sister and their children’s lives. It had been an awful event in Sergi’s life and he had sworn to get justice one day. But that day never came. Finally, Timor had found him, or so he claimed.
Sergi had a wait and see attitude about the fact of him finding this man. Anton Azarov had been a ghost for all this time. Then he got another call from Yuri just last night, a very odd one. Timor now believed there were two Antons.
Sergi had trouble understanding this theory at first. Yes, the rumors about Anton Azarov and the Azarov family were legendary. Of evil, witchcraft and the supernatural. Sergi believed none of that. He believed in cold hard facts only. His men were now searching through Anton’s village where he came from and his entire family. His men would find this truth if it was there at all.
Sergi now waited at the gates of this farm. What was Timor doing here on a rustic farm? Yuri had informed him that Timor wouldn’t leave the family that owned this place. Sergi had thought it to be highly interesting for Timor to even care about their safety.
Finally, the gates opened and as his driver drew closer to the large ranch style home, Sergi could see Timor’s men along with Roman and Isoif Salizar. They had also refused to leave this farm.
Curious...Very interesting developments had occurred in such a short span of time.
Sergi intended to get to the bottom of it too.
Chapter Ten
Timor stepped onto the porch next to his sons and Pavel to watch the fleet of SUVs arrive.
He let out a sigh. Great, Daisy wasn’t going to like this. More men and more vehicles. However, Sergi had brought actual Bratva troops with him and to find these two bastard twins, they would need the men.
He waited for Sergi’s security detail to check out the perimeter, as was their job.
Timor noted Sergi’s head of security, Felix was the first man out and the last man to nod, announcing the area was clear.
Finally, Sergi exited the SUV that sat in the middle of the six vehicles. He strode forward.
Power. The man exuded it in waves that were undeniable. Yet, he pared it down with an understanding and common sense. There was much to respect about Constantine and most men in Russia did just that... Gave him total respect and an unwavering loyalty.
His own men had been the same but not quite. He couldn’t say that they had felt this for Timor Maxim. Yes, they would protect him out of duty and oath but not with any emotion such as Sergi inspired in many, many men. He could see pride in the faces of the men Sergi had brought with him. Each one would gladly die for Sergi and because of respect, not intimidation.
Timor had known this man for more years that he could probably count.
Yet, he knew nothing overly personal about The Moscow Bratva leader. Funny, how this fact had never occurred to Timor until this very moment. He had never taken the time to really know the man. Or anyone really. He had held the belief that they should know him, not the other way around. Funny how just in a matter of a week, how much Timor was realizing about himself that he suddenly, wanted to change now after all of his sixty four years on earth.
Sergi came up the steps with his intense ‘miss nothing’ eyes on Timor.
Timor extended his hand out. “Kak tvoi dela?”
Sergi glanced at the offered hand and they shook. “I am well.”
Timor nodded. “Welcome Sergi, to the mess.”
Sergi raised a brow. “One that you made, Maxim?”
Timor shook his head as he smiled. “Maybe.”
Sergi stared at his smile. “You do not look overly troubled by it.”
“Nyet, I am not. We will finally catch this bastard and his brother.”
Sergi looked troubled. “We have not confirmed this theory yet.”
“It is so. It only makes sense. Please come in and we shall see what Yuri has found maybe through his group and contacts.”
Sergi nodded and went in.
Pavel had set up a sort of Operations room in the large den at the ranch house and this was where Timor was leading them when he glanced up to see Daisy coming slowly down the stairs. Forgetting Sergi and the team entirely, he rushed up the steps to her. “Chert poberi, zhenshchina! I thought I asked you to stay in bed?”
Daisy narrowed her eyes at him. “And I said I would...” She raised to her gaze to the line of huge soldier like men trailing into her house. “Until I saw the Bratva parade coming up to my damn front door!”
Timor let out a sigh as he shook his head.
“I mean there must be twenty men that arrived today!” she exclaimed.
Timor took her hand and opened his mouth to speak.
Daisy yanked her hand back. “What is going on here?”
He shrugged, figuring she would realize the importance and necessity of these new men soon and took her elbow to help her down the last few steps.