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?"

Victor Fitzgerald? The Fitzgeralds were Capitolion's wealthiest family, owners of a fortune that stretched into

"Then...maybe you could give me a

time sleeping with anyone. What was she supposed to do

Victor hadn't been the Fitzgerald heir, she'd be the

time, gone

the city's most eligible bachelor—and she'd been the

at it, she was the one

under her delicate chin, forcing her

moment, their eyes locked in

played at Victor's lips. "Isadora, I just spent the night making sure you were

blank, her

night, under the influence of the drug, she'd

she was painfully, mortifyingly

She couldn't do this.

to dwell on it. He gripped her slender waist,

crashed down on hers, hunger and heat burning

revealing the elegant line of her collarbone,

lips trailed along her brow, her cheek, her lips, planting soft, lingering kisses before finally capturing her earlobe, teasing it with his tongue and

ragged breath danced against her ear, sending shivers all the way down her

voice breathy and unfamiliar-nothing

taste of whiskey on Victor's

a daze, her thoughts drifted to

cake from scratch,

worn a daring little