Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 163

After Victor finished speaking, he leaned in, pressing Isadora down beneath him. His lips found the delicate curve of her neck, grazing and teasing her skin with slow, lingering kisses.

Isadora's hands clenched tightly, her breath growing heavier by the second.

Victor's mouth traced a path upward from her throat, finally pausing at the soft lobe of her ear.

A feverish heat swept through Isadora, setting every nerve ending ablaze; shivers raced through her veins, straight to her heart. Her limbs felt weak, but she bit down on her lip, determined not to make a sound.

Victor eventually pulled back, bracing himself on one arm at the edge of the bed. His gaze was cool and piercing, as if he could see straight through her.

His voice was low and husky, tinged with an unreadable edge. "With that look on your face, I almost feel like I'm forcing you."

For a long, charged moment, Victor's desire slowly faded from his eyes. He straightened, rising from the bed in one fluid motion.

He stood over her, bare-chested, with his dress pants hanging loosely from his hips. From above, his expression was impossible to read.

As his strong presence withdrew, Isadora's heart gradually steadied. She looked up, only to be caught off guard by Victor's dangerously cold stare.

Isadora sat up as well, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think we could both use some personal space, now and then."

Victor stared at her in silence, his eyes dark, like leaves swirling after a winter storm.

Suddenly, the room felt stifling, the stark white light glaring and oppressive.

Victor's lips twisted into a cold, humorless smile. "Fine."

long stride toward the door, and left

heard the door

her arms around her knees, sitting motionless

*

didn't call

out one interior design after another as inspiration

rang in

She answered.

face of the brand this year. I saw

since she'd released that recording online, the truth had come out everyone finally realized Halley had

whole narrative flipped in an instant. Nanette, once painted as the villain, was vindicated and

TV producers who had dropped her

jogged Isadora's memory. Her assistant, Janet, had sent her the

but I

you okay, Isa? Something's off with you lately. Has something

you're overthinking

recording, and

quickly changed the subject. "Alright, superstar, I'll go-just to see how gorgeous you look

simple gray

as she finished getting dressed, the doorbell

Nanette had sent someone to pick her

she opened the door, it

looked tired, shadows under her eyes, but when she saw Isadora,