Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 213

Isadora's blush started at her ears and swept across her entire face in an instant. Inwardly, she cursed Victor for being such a shameless bastard.

Even after all the intimate moments they'd shared, it was always him taking control, always him leading the way. She still felt like a novice, fumbling in the dark.

Victor sat on the sofa, his deep-set eyes fixed on her. He didn't bother to hide the raw desire in his gaze; it was as wild and restless as a snowstorm rattling dead leaves outside-silent, yet screaming.

Isadora squirmed under his stare, feeling as if she were standing before him utterly exposed.

Victor let out a low, disdainful chuckle. "What's wrong? Weren't you making demands just a moment ago? Now you're backing down?"

Her hand trembled, but she forced herself to sound strong. "I... I can do it.”

If only the air between them wasn't so cold. If only they hadn't fought that afternoon. Maybe then she wouldn't feel so humiliated.

Biting her lip, Isadora walked over to him and dropped to a half-kneel at his feet. After a moment, she took a deep breath, squeezed her eyes shut, and leaned forward to press her lips to his.

carrying the faintest trace of smoke. Not unpleasant-in fact, strangely

past, whenever she kissed him like this, Victor would always pull her closer, deepening the kiss. But this time, he just sat

twisted inside her, growing like a vine. Isadora opened her eyes and

it?" Victor's voice was cold and mocking. "Is that really all the passion Miss Vaughan can

cheeks burned with anger and humiliation—she couldn't even tell if she was angrier at herself for faltering, or at him for standing

do you want, then?"

his tone slow

her lip, her pulse pounding in her ears. Reluctantly, she stood and-hands shaking-began to unbutton her shirt, one trembling button at a

watched her, his gaze darkening as her blouse slipped from her shoulders, revealing smooth skin that seemed to glow in the lamplight. He

rough, barely restrained. "Come here.

hammering so hard she thought it might burst.

he replied, voice

and caught her hand, pulling her onto his lap, locking his arm

Victor's self-control finally snapped. He'd wanted to push her, to make her beg, but seeing her tremble