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Sasha’s frantic tossing and turning, the damn blindfold had come untied.It draped uselessly alongside her delicate neck, freeing her long, blonde hair. Silken strands clung to her perspiration-dampened face, across her shoulder and between the cleft of her breasts. Rapture softened a face he had never forgotten.
    Irina.
    Her name tore through him, flaying him into tattered pieces. He bit down on his tongue to stop the entreaty from slipping free and stared at the woman who haunted his dreams, dimly aware of Saeed’s husky groan of release.
    He couldn’t move. Fought for the ability to breathe. He had prayed she survived the hell he put her in. Had dared to dream she might have been one of the lucky ones. Yet duty forbade him the ability to seek her out personally, and for two and a half years, he had lived in unknowing torment. Now she was here, lying beneath him as he had craved in the darkest corners of his heart. Holding on to him as her pussy clamped around his throbbing cock.
    She was the only woman he had ever connected with in bed. And right now, he felt her so deeply, he would swear they were one being.
    Her scream filled his ears, grinding his body into a tight knot. He had never failed to lose complete control. Never once lost himself so deeply inside a woman that he feared he might not surface. And yet, as that high-pitched keening sound trailed off into a strangled moan, he feared just that. Long, thick, strawberry lashes lifted. Sky-blue eyes connected with his. Distant at first, then clearing as recognition registered.
    “Alexei,” she breathed.
    His breath caught, and then his body convulsed. Climax tore through him with a cyclone’s force. He couldn’t have stopped it even if he wanted to—she stripped him of every last ounce of control he’d ever possessed. His body pumped into hers, the clench of her womb milking him dry.
    Stunned to the bottom of his soul, he collapsed against her, robbed of the ability to function. Irina. Here. In his arms. Her fingers slidingthrough his hair, across his unshaven cheek. The sound of her heartbeat drumming steadily beneath his ear.
    Through his haze, he became aware of the way her hands framed his face, the soft kiss she pressed to his forehead. Even more slowly, the full measure of what had just happened seeped into his awareness. Saeed eased from beneath Irina’s limp body, the tension in his jaw unmistakable. But Alexei realized that line of fury had little to do with breaking Saeed’s rule of not coming inside the girl, even if he was wearing a condom.
    No. Bigger things were at stake here. Irina had just blown Alexei’s cover into bits. Everyone in Dubai knew the name Alexei. Knew the destruction he’d brought to the ring of human trafficking.
    Well, everyone who’d ever had a financial stake in it at least. The power players, men like Saeed and his father.
    Yet judging from the tears in Irina’s eyes, he very much doubted she knew the good he’d done. How he had torn apart his soul to stop the trafficking. How when Natalya exposed Dmitri Gavrikov’s role, Alexei had personally disposed of every despicable bastard he could until the Opals called him back and reigned him in. How he’d coordinated the return of nearly all the enslaved women. Irina wouldn’t understand those things.
    Sasha, not Irina, he amended. She had a grief-stricken father to prove the name she’d given him in Moscow was false.

Five
    A lexei.
The tears brimming in Sasha’s eyes spilled down her cheeks. She’d never thought she would see him again, and yet, by some miracle, he was here. His palms sliding down her ribs, his ragged breath falling across her breasts. She fit her hands against his firm, narrow hips, attempting to wrap her arms around him, momentarily oblivious to Saeed’s presence in the room.
    Before she could hold his warm, perspiration-slicked body close, Alexei eased himself from within her, his expression tight, his sensual mouth a hard, cruel line. He