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."

lips curled into a mischievous grin. He hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her face up to

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

Victor chuckled softly. "Scaredy-cat."

resting his head

Vaughan, is that really all you ever

momentarily confused-then realized

meant exactly what he'd said: he wanted her to literally keep him company while he

rich with amusement, clearly enjoying himself. He was throwing her own

piece

satisfy you today, and you really can't wait, maybe you should

wide. She enunciated each

away, refusing to

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

space seemed to shut out the chaos of the world, wrapping them in a rare, peaceful

Isadora glanced down.

strikingly handsome face-flawless

closed, some of his usual sharpness faded, leaving

faint shadows

been

she reached out, wanting to brush her fingers over his

moment her hand grazed the short hair at his temple, she jerked

two weeks, she'd spent her

it in her heart:

now, with Victor so close and peaceful beside her, she thought... maybe she'd