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.

her lips, wiping away a trace

breath caught in her

voice, low and dangerous, cut through the silence. "Did he touch you?" Her heart skipped. The underlying threat in his

promised to

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

Magnus ever could, like a lion on the

are you doing?" she

restrained. "I told you to stay away from

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

on her lips, tracing their shape with his tongue, savoring and exploring. The scent of pine and a faint

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 him away, but Victor anticipated her,

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

feel of

hand slipped beneath her silk nightdress,