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SASHA My mind goes blank. The worst part isn’t my lack of reaction or thinking. It’s how suddenly my body takes charge of the situation. The moment I’m pulled inside, I don’t go into hyperaware mode or tense for a fight. It’s far from that. I recognize the touch and drown in the familiar masculine scent that I couldn’t grow immune to even if I tried. The door closes with a quiet click, and then I’m pushed inside. The feral power of his strength leaves me breathless and with no choice but to match his steps. Or try to. He’s too fast, too unpredictable, and that awakens a dormant beast inside me. My calf hits a hard edge, and I gasp as I stumble straight onto the soft surface of the mattress. Then he’s on me. His hand imprisons my wrists over my head, and his knees lie on either side of my stomach. I get the first look at his face since he ambushed me, and I wish I hadn’t. It’s tight but blank. Dark but emotional. There’s nothing scarier than a calm Kirill. He becomes a force to be recko