Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 155

Chapter 156

Isadora met Victor's gaze, searching the depths of his eyes.

His lashes were dark and thick, casting shadows over irises so deep they seemed almost black, catching flecks of light that shimmered with her delicate reflection.

"Kiss me, Isadora," Victor murmured.

Without a hint of hesitation, Isadora slipped her arms around his neck.

She leaned in close, pressing gentle kisses across his strong brows, down the elegant bridge of his nose—soft, lingering pecks, one after another.

Finally, her lips found his, leaving her mark there-tender, claiming.

Victor hadn't expected her to kiss him like this-not with such fervor, not with such abandon.

His eyes darkened, breath catching in his throat; in the quiet darkness of the rooftop, the sound was impossibly loud.

As Isadora started to pull back, Victor's hand caught her at the nape of her neck, drawing her in. His lips came down on hers, fierce and hungry.

The kiss deepened, turning wild and intoxicating as he tasted her sweetness, teasing and devouring in turns.

They traded soft breaths, each touch leaving Isadora dizzy, lost in his embrace. Fireworks still bloomed in the night sky, a riot of color above them.

In a shadowed corner of the rooftop, Magnus watched. His eyes burned scarlet, like a wolf's—fixed on the couple locked in their passionate kiss.

His hands clenched so tightly by his sides that the veins stood out starkly against his skin.

Tonight was Isadora's birthday party.

Magnus had driven, almost on autopilot, to the Vaughan family estate. But he hadn't gone inside.

He didn't want to ruin her happiness on her special day.

On the passenger seat beside him, nearly a dozen cell phones were scattered.

Isadora had blocked his number.

Every time he'd tried to reach out-every message, every call-she never replied.

So he bought more phones. Ten of them. Every time he missed her, he'd send a message from a different number.

Today was her birthday, and Magnus couldn't help himself; he sent her a simple, "Happy birthday."

had he pressed send than Elise

He didn't pick up.

now. He didn't need to be by

he'd always left Isadora

first time, guilt and

to drift out of the Vaughan estate,

Magnus sitting in his car, the gossip

and demanding to know what

how he learned

wanted to rush inside, to

that blinding Lamborghini pulled out of the driveway,

trailed them all the way

the love she used to give him-Magnus felt something tear inside. The

if every ounce of

see Isadora's smile, the light in her eyes-affection he'd once known so

saw it all,

never known jealousy or hatred

believed she

the realization

his fists, fighting the urge to lash

teeth, he took one heavy step

he turned and walked

on the rooftop, Victor finally released Isadora when she

eyes smoldering, dark with

thundered

intention of letting things go any further-not here, not on a rooftop under

loose hair behind

"Why are you so sure it

security footage-just

was low and rough with desire. "Whether you did it

to the dazzling night sky. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Don't

into this dream that I'll never find my

don't be

"Alright then, Miss Vaughan. Why

hand toward him, guiding it

surprise, yanking her hand away as

even redder, her whole body flushed. Her

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