Ivan (Underworld, #1)

by Sophie Lark

“What you know is just as valuable as what other people know. Never let them see what you know.”

“I know you’re a wild thing, malen’kaya lisa,” he says. My little fox. “But what you’ll come to understand is that I’m going to tame you.”

If this is his interrogation, he’s going to have my social security number in five minutes.

Foxes are hunters, but they don’t rely on brute strength. They’re subtle and clever. Fond of outwitting others. Lisa Kleypas

This woman could never be pleasured by an accountant. She needs a fucking gangster.

And that’s what puts me over the edge too—not her ass or her breasts or even her taste or smell. It’s Sloane herself—her face and expression and voice. The way she gives herself to me. I want to give her everything in the world in return.

After all these years of living in a monastery, I’ve finally found faith in something. This girl who tried to kill me, and instead, brought me new life. I’m almost happy as I pull through the gates to Remizov’s house. Because I’m about to see Sloane again. I’d rather die next to her than live without her.

The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them. Ernest Hemingway

“You’re mine forever, my little love,” Ivan says. “My own grim reaper.”