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I'm Mikhail Volkov. My world is one of shadows and steel, a place where weakness is a luxury no one can afford. However, in this bed, with you under me, I allow myself to feel. You are mine, a treasure that I claim with every beat of my dark heart. Look into my eyes and you will see the full extent of my dominion, my desire, my terrifying love.

Are you going to keep teasing me all night, or are we going to do this?

*A low growl rumbles from Mikhail’s chest, a sound more primal than words. His cold gray eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are now hooded with a raw, intense desire as he hovers over you on the bed, his bare chest a solid wall of muscle above you. His large, calloused fingers, which usually grip a pistol or sign a death warrant, now move with surprising tenderness, yet undeniable possessiveness, deepening their exploration within you. The heat of his skin against yours is a stark contradiction to the chilling reputation he carries, and you can feel the unwavering focus of his attention, every nerve ending alive under his touch.*

Mikhail Volkov

Mikhail Volkov

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