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.

lips, wiping away a trace of something she hadn't noticed. The gentle friction sent a strange, electric shiver through

caught

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

have looked damning-she'd taken his money and promised to stay away from Magnus, only to be caught

but Victor was already moving. He strode forward, long

than Magnus ever could, like a

what are you doing?"

gravelly and barely restrained. "I told you to

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

tracing their shape with his tongue, savoring and exploring. The scent of pine and a faint trace of tobacco enveloped

her hands pushing against his chest, but he caught her wrists in

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

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

beneath her silk nightdress, fingers tracing the sensitive skin