Ivan (Underworld, #1)

by Sophie Lark

“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.”

I feel his huge hand caressing my left breast. His palm cups the bottom of my breast, and his thumb slides across the nipple. I can’t help but let out a groan of pleasure. Oh my god, I can’t even control myself for five seconds. At his very first touch I’m moaning like a whore.

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