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.

skin was impossibly smooth, pale as ivory, the light casting a

of self-control, he lifted her and

Isadora's dizziness only seemed to worsen. She clung to Victor, shouting, "No,

toe. The frustration building inside him had nowhere to go, and now his

he peeled off his drenched dress shirt, revealing a chiseled torso, then unbuckled his belt

half firm, he managed to wash her as

wrapped her tightly in a soft towel and carried her to the

a pale pink nightgown and slipped it

bath and all

lay on the bed, eyes closed, brow

her flushed, porcelain face, the delicate fan of her lashes, the soft

stray lock of hair away from her

stand, he felt her clutch at the

staring up at him like

"Don't go..."

hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Clingy,

think she was dreaming. She followed her heart, nodding earnestly.

resigned. He

and pressed a gentle

with others. Be good—I'm just

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