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I can’t for the life of me focus on anything other than his sensually dark touch. The feel of his skin on mine is forbidden yet so addictive. So raw. So…wrong. “You were ready to allow yourself to be stabbed in the same shoulder that’s injured because you were playing the martyr. That business won’t happen again, am I understood?” “No.” “No?” The edge in his voice would send anyone running, including me, but I have to put my foot down about this. “I don’t understand how Viktor and the others claim to be your guards while allowing your so-called family members to attack you. Whatever the reason, I’m not like them. You hired me to be your bodyguard, and I intend to do my job to the fullest.” “Sasha…” It’s a warning laced with an unspoken threat. His icy eyes shimmer with the hint of danger that’s part of who he is. He’s a cold, emotionless man who doesn’t seem to care about the danger he brought on himself the moment he stepped foot in his house. No wonder he chose freezing Russia over t