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."

a finger under her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. "Didn't you just say you'd

against the car door, her hand against his chest, trying to put some distance

Victor chuckled softly. "Scaredy-cat."

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

that really all you ever think

momentarily confused-then realized

he wanted her to literally keep him company

clearly enjoying himself. He was throwing her own

piece of

I can't satisfy you today,

flew wide. She enunciated each word, indignant: "I am not that

turned away, refusing to

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

the chaos of the world, wrapping them in

Isadora glanced down.

studying Victor's strikingly handsome face-flawless

his usual sharpness faded, leaving

shadows beneath

he been

to brush her fingers over his

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

weeks, she'd spent her days alone, quietly

it in her heart: it

close and peaceful beside her,