Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 234

Her forehead was slick with a fine sheen of sweat.

Isadora couldn't shake the sensation-the warmth and solid strength of a broad chest, the reassuring weight of a large hand. It all felt far too real.

So real, in fact, that for a moment she thought she was truly wrapped in a man's embrace.

She slowly opened her eyes, still caught somewhere between dreaming and waking, and saw the sharp line of a man's jaw.

Victor was wearing a bathrobe-loosely tied, the sash hanging carelessly at his waist. His toned abs were on full display, and a hint of dampness clung to his skin, as if he'd just stepped out of the shower. He radiated an easygoing, lazy energy.

On reflex, Isadora shoved him away and rolled to the very edge of the bed.

She frowned, her voice edged with wariness. "Why are you back all of a sudden?"

Victor couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. "What's wrong, were you hiding someone in here? That's quite a response."

Isadora felt drained, her body weak and listless from her period.

She tossed off the covers and made to get up. "I'll sleep in the guest room."

Victor reached out, his hand closing firmly around her slender arm. With a gentle but insistent tug, he pulled her right back.

she knew, she was sprawled across his chest, her eyes level with

down, lazy and low, with that signature seductive

herself up, her tone clipped. "I'm not exactly

Mr. Fitzgerald had in mind tonight, it wasn't going

glance, his eyes half-lidded with mischief. "Did I say

her tucked right

his bare skin, his chin

on her abdomen,

did ease the

from him was overwhelming, enveloping her completely, leaving Isadora with nowhere to

when he was in the mood, ignored whenever it

chest tighten, her

free again, her voice stubborn. "I just want to

down, his dark eyes holding her gaze for

reply was icy. "I'm not feeling well. I'd really

demeanor

eyes, lips curled in a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "So, I'm the problem?

towering over her for a moment before