Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 67

Victor gave a crooked smile. "Follow you? You think I have time for that?"

Isadora pressed her lips together. The accusation had just slipped out-she knew perfectly well Victor wasn't the type to waste his time tailing someone as insignificant as her.

She tried to recover. "Dinner will have to wait. I'm not in the mood tonight. You should head home, Mr. Fitzgerald."

He let out a short, cold laugh. "Oh, I see. No mood for me, but you find time for Magnus, don't you?"

She felt the sting of his words-Victor was nothing if not perceptive. The double standard was obvious, even if she tried to deny it.

Victor's gaze hardened. "Don't forget about the investment I wired over today. Is this your way of showing gratitude?"

Isadora's confidence wavered. She owed him, no matter how much she tried to deny it. It was hard to stand tall when you'd accepted someone's help.

"I..."

Before she could finish, she felt a sudden, unfamiliar heat at the corner of her mouth.

away

caught in her

silence. "Did he touch you?" Her heart skipped. The

kiss her earlier, but she'd broken away just in time. From Victor's perspective, though, it must have looked damning-she'd taken his money and promised to stay away from Magnus, only to be caught with him

to explain, but Victor was already moving. He strode forward, long legs closing the gap between

radiated a dangerous intensity-more predatory than Magnus ever could, like a lion on the verge

you doing?" she

barely restrained. "I told

he leaned in, one arm snaking around her waist, pulling her close.

The scent of pine and a faint

her hands pushing

her even closer. She tried to kick him away, but Victor anticipated her, locking her legs in place with his

her senses overloaded by the intensity of his touch. She'd tasted Victor's kisses before, but never like this-never so

to make her pay for her duplicity. But the feel of her beneath his hands set his self-control ablaze,

nightdress, fingers tracing the sensitive skin