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 a

caught in her

he touch you?" Her heart skipped.

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

moving. He strode forward, long legs closing the gap between them in an instant, and

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

what are you doing?" she

voice gravelly and barely restrained. "I told you

in, one arm snaking around her waist, pulling her close. His

their shape with his tongue, savoring and exploring. The

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

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

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

pay for her duplicity. But the feel of her beneath his hands set

slipped beneath her silk nightdress, fingers tracing the sensitive