Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

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 casting a faint bluish glow

swallowed hard, his throat dry. Summoning every ounce of self-control, he lifted her and set her carefully into the bathtub, letting

as she touched the water, Isadora's dizziness only seemed to worsen. She clung to Victor, shouting, "No, no... I don't want

frustration building inside him had nowhere

then unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his slacks, climbing

to wash

tightly in

pale pink nightgown and slipped it over

and all

lay on the bed, eyes closed, brow

on her flushed, porcelain face, the delicate fan of

reached out, brushing a stray lock of

to stand, he felt her clutch at

lay there, eyes wide and innocent, staring up

"Don't go..."

brow, the hint of a smile playing

she was dreaming.

resigned. He really

pressed a gentle kiss to

keep up with others. Be good—I'm just going to get you some