Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 170

Isadora didn't have time to look away.

She'd walked right into his gaze, catching the full weight of it before she could prepare herself.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She quickly turned her head, like a student caught daydreaming in class, embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

How could this man be so perceptive, even with his eyes closed?

Isadora pressed her lips together, forcing herself to stare straight ahead.

Victor, meanwhile, noticed the delicate blush that spread across her pale cheeks, even the tips of her ears turning rosy.

He couldn't resist; his hand reached out, gently pinching her enticing earlobe.

A jolt ran through Isadora at his touch, leaving her ear tingling.

"Did you need something from me?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

Victor fixed her with a smoldering look, his voice dropping to that deliberately wicked tone he seemed to enjoy. "Come keep me company in bed."

Isadora's face flushed a deep crimson.

Unbelievable. The man was incorrigible!

She instinctively pressed her knees together, her voice shaking despite her best efforts. "Here? People are coming and going. I really don't think... it's appropriate."

wrong with here?" Victor's lips curled into a mischievous grin. He hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. "Didn't you just say you'd do whatever

against the car door, her hand against his chest, trying to put some distance between them. "Don't...

Victor chuckled softly. "Scaredy-cat."

that, he stretched out and lay down, resting his head on Isadora's lap, his long legs crossed

really all you ever think

momentarily confused-then realized she'd

meant exactly what he'd said: he wanted her to

himself. He was throwing her own words

a piece of

"If I can't satisfy you today, and you really can't wait, maybe you should take

each word,

and turned away, refusing

grew quiet, filled only with the soft, steady rhythm of

the chaos of the world, wrapping

Isadora glanced down.

Victor's strikingly handsome face-flawless and

his usual sharpness faded,

noticed faint shadows

been

out, wanting to brush her fingers

hand grazed the short hair at his temple, she jerked it back,

she'd spent her

in her heart: it was time to end

with Victor so close and peaceful beside her, she thought... maybe she'd wait a little