Sinful Blaze (Chekhov Bratva Book 1)

It was a good call to have Paris clear my afternoon.

Daphne wasn’t kidding—she was nowhere near done with me.

I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Ever.

I’ve also never had a woman literally bring me to my knees and drain my soul from my body the way Daphne just did.

It’s going to be a few solid minutes before I’ll be able to move again. My hands rest on her belly as we catch our breaths together, curled up in a tangle of limbs. As I look around the office, I can’t help but feel an immense swell of pride in my chest.

She took me on the loveseat. Wild, hungry, screaming her release as she rode me without a single inhibition.

I took her on my desk. If it weren’t for the baby, I’d have bent her over it, but we accommodated. It was just as delicious tugging her hair back to watch her face while she orgasms, our gazes locked, as it would’ve been from behind her.

At one point, I even had her pressed against the door while I made love to her pussy with my tongue. I didn’t let up until she became a sobbing mess and begged me to give her what she really needed.

And that’s how we ended up in this chair, Daphne riding my dick in reverse cowgirl, taking my spanks on her ass with pleas for more.

She purrs contentedly in my arms and nuzzles my neck. “I really hope I didn’t mess up your schedule.”

I’d laugh if I had the energy. “My choices today were to suffer through mindless, bureaucratic bullshit with a bunch of old bores in suits, or get my balls drained by the goddess carrying my child. I’d say I chose well.”

Daphne giggles. God, I fucking love that sound.

We take our time reassembling ourselves. It’s a lot of playful teasing, stumbling, and light kisses as we try to figure out where my shirt went… where her panties got slingshot to… how did my tie end up there?

“I should probably get going.” Daphne adjusts her necklace and does a quick pat-down over her ears and hands for signs of any missing pieces of jewelry. “Gotta grab a few things for dinner.”

I watch her touch her ring finger, then shrug it off.

She’s definitely missing an important piece of jewelry that needs to be right there.

I’ll fix it soon enough.

I don’t bother buttoning my shirt up the whole way. I can’t, anyway, because I’m missing at least three buttons. I drape my tie around my neck just so I won’t forget it later. “Who’s driving you?”

“Viktor. Damien drove me here, but I told him to go take care of whatever he needed to.” She presses a calming hand to my chest when I stiffen at the thought of her guards leaving her alone. “Easy, tiger. He escorted me inside and didn’t leave until I was with your building’s security. I was in good hands.”

“Fine. But I might have to spank you later, just for worrying me.”

“Promise?”

I kiss her playful grin. “Greedy little flame.”

I hold the door open for her. Daphne barely allows her gaze to slide over Paris as she turns to leave. Like the woman isn’t even worth her attention.

“Daphne, one second.” I gesture for her to come back over, then wrap my arm around her waist to tuck her into my side. “I almost forgot.”

Her brows pinch with confusion, then worry. I kiss those furrows away before I turn to Paris and say two words I should’ve said a long time ago.

“You’re fired.”

Paris balks. Daphne stifles a gasp.

“You have one hour to collect your things,” I continue. “I’ll have security escort you safely to your car, after you turn in your keycard and badge at their front desk downstairs.”

She stands up so fast, her chair nearly topples. “What the hell?! Why?!”

“Where do I begin?” I can feel Daphne wanting to pull away and avoid this confrontation, but I hold her snug to me. She needs to witness, to feel what it’s like to be defended and protected. “You are highly unprofessional. Despite me turning you down, repeatedly, you don’t seem to understand the word ‘no.’ You have zero respect for my personal space or my family. You’re a walking sexual harassment suit waiting to happen and, while I have allowed my guilt over our past to maintain your employment, you have made it very clear that I cannot trust you.”

“But Pash—I mean, Mr. Chekhov!” Paris scrambles to tug her dress down to a more appropriate height, but it’s not working. “I’ve been with you for years!”

“Which is why I am especially disappointed to see how little you respect me and mine. You should know by now that I will always put my family first. What were you going to do after my daughter is born: deny she exists?” I shake my head. “I need someone loyal. Someone I can count on to assist me and prioritize my family. Not insult my girlfriend and try to make her feel less than the queen she is.”

Paris’s bottom lip trembles. She glances between Daphne and me, as if she’s just now doing the math. “Excuse me,” is all she says when she rushes away toward the bathroom.

The second she’s gone, Daphne breathes a sigh of relief. “I can’t believe you actually fired her.”

“I can’t believe you’re surprised.”

She looks up at me, all smug and still tousled from our extended meeting. “Can I make a recommendation for your new hire? Get a man. An older, sweet, just-hitting-retirement-age man who won’t want anything to do with your pants. Or what’s in them.”

I chuckle. “Anything you want, moya plamya. As long as I get to have you.”