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?"

owners of a fortune that stretched into the

"Then...maybe you could

her first time sleeping with anyone. What was she supposed to do

had no idea how to handle this—if Victor hadn't been the Fitzgerald

time, gone

it had happened with Victor, the city's most eligible

at it, she was the one coming out

hooking under her delicate chin, forcing her to meet his

a moment, their eyes locked in the silence

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

mind went blank,

night, under the influence of the

she was painfully,

She couldn't do this.

on it. He gripped her slender

hunger and heat burning in every

was already loose, revealing the elegant line of her collarbone, pale and

her cheek, her lips, planting soft, lingering kisses before finally capturing her earlobe, teasing it with

breath danced against her ear, sending shivers

voice breathy and unfamiliar-nothing like the way she

taste of whiskey on Victor's lips and the clean, masculine scent of

thoughts drifted to Magnus's last

chocolate cake from scratch, planning to finally give herself to

daring little black dress-short,