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.

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

deepening the kiss. But this time, he just sat there

twisted inside her, growing like a vine. Isadora opened

was cold and mocking. "Is that

no effort to hide his scorn. Isadora's cheeks burned with anger and humiliation—she couldn't even tell if she was angrier at herself for faltering, or at him for standing

you want, then?"

tone slow and

shirt, one trembling button at a time. As her skin emerged, pale under the harsh

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

barely restrained. "Come here.

hammering so hard she thought it might burst. She stammered, "Can... can

replied,

she could protest further, Victor reached out and caught her hand, pulling her onto

all at once, sending sparks shooting through her every nerve. Victor's self-control finally snapped. He'd wanted to push her, to make her beg, but seeing her tremble softened