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?"

Fitzgeralds were Capitolion's wealthiest family, owners of a fortune that stretched into the

up, helpless. "Then...maybe you could give

her first time sleeping with anyone. What was she supposed

no idea how to handle this—if Victor hadn't been the Fitzgerald heir, she'd

time, gone just like

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

it, she was the one coming out

fingers hooking under her delicate chin, forcing her to meet

moment, their eyes locked

lips. "Isadora, I just spent the night making sure you were satisfied. As compensation, it's

went blank, her

the drug,

was

She couldn't do this.

time to dwell on it. He

hunger and

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

trailed along her brow, her cheek, her lips, planting soft, lingering kisses before finally capturing her

her ear, sending shivers all the

voice breathy and unfamiliar-nothing

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

a daze, her thoughts

preparing for it, baking a chocolate cake

worn a daring