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?"

she possibly offer Victor Fitzgerald? The Fitzgeralds were Capitolion's wealthiest family, owners of a

looked up, helpless. "Then...maybe you

was her first time sleeping with anyone.

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

first time, gone

eligible bachelor—and she'd been the

matter how you looked at it, she was the one

delicate chin, forcing her to meet

eyes locked in the silence

the night making sure you were

went blank, her

of the drug, she'd surrendered to

was painfully,

She couldn't do this.

to dwell on it.

lips crashed down on hers, hunger and heat

already loose, revealing the elegant line of

soft, lingering kisses before finally capturing her earlobe, teasing it

ear, sending shivers

couldn't help but gasp, her voice breathy and unfamiliar-nothing like the

drop to drink, yet the taste of whiskey on Victor's lips

daze, her thoughts drifted to

a chocolate cake from scratch, planning to finally give

worn a daring little black dress-short, low-cut,