Chapter 225

In the bathroom, Victor lifted Isadora and set her gently on the marble countertop.

He began to undress her, piece by piece.

Isadora's hazel eyes were glassy and unfocused. She squirmed in his arms. "Who... who are you?" she slurred.

"You jerk, don't take advantage of me! I'll... I'll call the police."

A muscle twitched in Victor's jaw.

"Isadora, look at me. Do you know who I am?"

His voice was harsh, but his hands were careful, almost tender, as he eased her out of her clothes.

Isadora's flushed face turned to the side. She cupped Victor's flawless, handsome face in her palms and squinted at him, leaning in as if trying to see him clearly.

After a long moment, something seemed to click in her mind. She mumbled, "Vi— Victor? What are you doing here? Where... where am I?"

Victor's tone was cool. "You're in heaven."

He continued undressing her, moving faster now. If a button wouldn't yield, he simply tugged until it gave way, not caring if it tore.

Finally, every last bit of clothing was gone.

was impossibly smooth, pale as ivory, the light

hard, his throat dry. Summoning every ounce of self-control, he lifted her and set her

touched the water, Isadora's dizziness only seemed to worsen. She clung to Victor, shouting, "No, no... I

The frustration building inside him had

a chiseled torso, then unbuckled his belt

half firm, he managed to wash her

tightly in a soft

a pale pink nightgown and slipped

bath and all the

eyes closed, brow

delicate fan of her lashes, the soft pink of her

out, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her

as he was about to stand, he felt her

and innocent, staring up at him like a lost,

"Don't go..."

a brow, the hint of a smile playing on

and lost in a haze, Isadora seemed to think she was

help but sigh, resigned. He really was powerless

leaned down and pressed a gentle

with others. Be good—I'm just going to get you some water. I'll be

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