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.

at her lips, wiping away a trace of something she hadn't noticed. The gentle friction sent a

breath caught in her

"Did he touch you?" Her heart skipped. The underlying threat in

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 the very next moment. No matter how wealthy or powerful Victor was, nobody

was already moving. He strode forward, long

than Magnus ever could, like a lion on the verge

are you doing?" she

and barely restrained. "I told you to

her waist, pulling her close. His mouth crashed down on

with his tongue, savoring and exploring. The scent of pine and a faint

was relentless-sometimes soft, sometimes fierce-an irresistible mix of dominance and desire. Isadora struggled for breath, her hands pushing against his chest, but he caught her wrists in one strong hand, pinning them behind her

body against him, pressing her even closer. She tried to kick

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

had intended to punish her, to make her pay for her duplicity. But the feel of her beneath his hands set his self-control ablaze, fueling a need

slipped beneath her silk nightdress, fingers tracing