I only finished this book because it was like a rollercoaster and *not* in a good way. You’re strapped in and can’t get off til you’re freed. Alex Volkov is like Edward Cullen & Christian Grey were one guy, fused together or whatever. Ava is tolerable and fine, but the writing does not do her justice. Skip it. I don’t know how this author made a whole entire series with *four* books; you can’t just slap tropes on a wall, string them together like a murder board, throw in some explicit scenes and call it a book. Also, my AO3 private bookmarks are *actual* freaky sex. God, straight people are exhausting.