Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 212

Isadora bit her lip, her voice barely above a whisper. "How about I just feed you myself?"

After a moment's hesitation, she grabbed a fork and awkwardly speared a piece of mushroom, offering it to Victor.

The crystal chandelier cast a soft glow across the living room, illuminating Victor's striking features-sharp jawline, piercing eyes, his expression unreadable in the shifting light.

When Isadora held out the fork, Victor parted his lips, taking the bite from her with deliberate slowness.

He chewed, swallowed, and then, lifting his chin with a cool nonchalance, signaled for more.

Isadora's mouth twitched in annoyance. Gritting her teeth, she stabbed another piece of mushroom and held it out again.

But as she extended her hand, Victor suddenly caught her off guard, grabbing her and pulling her toward him.

Before she could react, Isadora tumbled right into his lap.

Victor had just come out of the shower, the clean scent of soap and his own cool, enigmatic cologne enveloping her, seeping into her senses. There was something almost predatory about it.

flush with heat, and she instinctively

voice was lazy, almost teasing. "I think this is a much

dreams," she muttered under

faint smile playing on his lips. "Why? Never

speechless. She scowled, snapping back, "My ex would

out a cold laugh.

than he released her, pushing her gently back onto her own

that cool arrogance of his, and disappeared into the bedroom. When he returned,

fumed. There had to be

appetite had vanished. She

finished, she glanced over to see Victor sprawled on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, apparently busy

while, Isadora walked over, stopping a safe distance away-about three feet. She squared

need to

glance and curled

say something I don't want to hear, you can

felt her frustration spike. How was she supposed to know what he wanted to

in a steady voice, "I know we're together because of our arrangement,