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."

mischievous grin. He hooked a finger under her chin, tilting

her hand against his chest, trying to put some distance between them. "Don't... don't mess

Victor chuckled softly. "Scaredy-cat."

lay down, resting his head on Isadora's lap, his long legs crossed

that really all you ever think

momentarily confused-then realized she'd

wanted her to literally

rich with amusement, clearly enjoying himself. He was throwing her own words back at her, teasing her

a piece of

voice now tinged with fatigue. "If I can't satisfy you today, and you really can't wait, maybe you

each word, indignant: "I

huffed and turned away, refusing

a while, the car grew quiet, filled only with the soft, steady

seemed to shut out the chaos of the world, wrapping them in

Isadora glanced down.

studying Victor's strikingly handsome face-flawless

his eyes closed, some of his usual sharpness faded, leaving

shadows beneath his

he been exhausted

to brush her fingers

hair at his temple, she jerked it back, startled

weeks, she'd spent her days alone,

in her heart: it was time to end

and peaceful beside