Strange Hostile Dominant Little Lamb

"Would you look at that?" Samantha was immediately jolted back to the present when she heard Ivan speak with mirth, his attention returning to her outfit before withdrawing back to meet her shock-filled eyes. "Did you plan to use yourself as bait?

"I beg your pardon?"

"Using my cloak as camouflage will only attract trouble, little lamb, not dispel it." His Midnight gloved fingers gently brushed against the hoodie, making it fall back and revealing her golden-blonde hair that was tied in a disheveled bun. The smooth curly strands dropped at both sides of her small round-shaped face, the ones at the back rested on her shoulder, and Ivan subconsciously pursed his lips at the alluring sight.