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.

ivory, the light casting

ounce of self-control, he lifted her and set her carefully into the bathtub, letting the

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

from head to toe. The frustration building inside him had nowhere to go, and now his chest burned with restless

a chiseled torso, then unbuckled his

firm, he managed to wash her as quickly as he

wrapped her tightly in a soft

pink nightgown

and all

the bed, eyes closed, brow

flushed, porcelain face, the delicate

lock

he felt her clutch at the sleeve

eyes wide and innocent, staring up at him like a lost, vulnerable

"Don't go..."

the hint of a smile playing on his

in a haze, Isadora seemed to think she was dreaming. She followed

couldn't help but sigh, resigned. He really was powerless against

down and pressed a gentle kiss

keep up with others. Be good—I'm just

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