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.

coat pocket, his long fingers brushing softly at her lips, wiping away a trace of something she hadn't noticed.

breath caught

touch

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 explain, but Victor was already moving. He strode forward, long legs closing the gap between them in an instant, and shut the door behind

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

what are you doing?" she

narrowed, his voice gravelly and barely restrained. "I told you to stay away

snaking around her waist, pulling

exploring. The scent

soft, sometimes fierce-an irresistible mix of dominance and desire. Isadora struggled for breath, her hands pushing

against him, pressing her even closer. She tried to kick him away, but Victor anticipated her, locking her

her senses overloaded by the intensity of his touch. She'd tasted Victor's

to punish her, to make her pay for her duplicity. But the feel of her beneath his hands

slipped beneath her silk nightdress, fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her