Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 6

Beneath his sharp, cropped hair was a strikingly handsome face-deep-set eyes,

a strong nose, features chiseled as if sculpted by an artist's hand.

He was nothing like Magnus, whose cold, distant gaze sent a chill through any room he entered.

Victor, on the other hand, had eyes that slanted just so, their corners lifting in a way that gave him a subtle, mischievous allure whenever he smiled-an edge of wickedness that was easy to miss, but impossible to forget.

Isadora sat up in bed, clutching the duvet to her chest, nerves jangling. "Victor, I— I didn't mean for this to happen. I was drugged. That's the only reason I..." She trailed off, cheeks burning. "How can I make it up to you?"

She couldn't believe it herself-the heir to the powerful Fitzgerald family of Capitolion, Victor, had just spent the night with her.

Even she was baffled by the situation.

Victor arched an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on the woman tangled up in sheets.

Isadora's long, wavy hair spilled over her shoulders, making her delicate face seem even smaller, her clear eyes clouded with regret.

She was beautiful, her fair skin marked by the unmistakable traces of their night together.

Victor's eyes darkened, his voice lazy and almost teasing as he picked up on her words. "And how do you plan to compensate me?"

Isadora faltered, voice barely a whisper. "Maybe I could...buy you dinner?"

Victor's eyelids flickered with amusement. "Do you really think I'm hurting for a free meal?"

were Capitolion's wealthiest family, owners of a fortune that stretched into the billions. Her meager savings wouldn't

helpless. "Then...maybe you could

anyone. What was she supposed to

how to handle this—if Victor hadn't been the Fitzgerald heir, she'd

first time, gone just

with Victor, the city's most eligible bachelor—and she'd been the one

it, she was

leaned in, fingers hooking under her delicate chin, forcing her to meet his

moment, their eyes locked in the silence between

faint, wicked smile played at Victor's lips. "Isadora, I just spent the night making sure you were satisfied. As compensation, it's

blank, her thoughts

under the influence of the drug, she'd

was painfully,

She couldn't do this.

time to dwell on it. He

lips crashed down on hers, hunger and

elegant line of her collarbone, pale

lingering kisses before finally capturing her earlobe, teasing it with

ear, sending shivers all the way

voice breathy and unfamiliar-nothing like the way she

of whiskey on Victor's lips and the clean, masculine scent of his skin threatened to

daze, her thoughts drifted

days preparing for it, baking a chocolate cake from

a daring little black