Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 258

Victor's tone turned teasing, almost flirtatious. "Don't want it? Then what do you want? My brother instead?"

Isadora blushed, grabbed a small pillow from the couch, and threw it at him.

"I don't want either of you!"

Victor reached out, caught her by the wrist, and pulled Isadora onto his lap. Leaning in close, his breath warm against her ear, he murmured, "Really? You don't want anything?"

His hot breath sent a shiver down her spine. She hated how easily he could fluster her.

Lately, being with Victor felt like falling into a different kind of romance-one that made her heart race for all new reasons.

Half of their three-month arrangement had already slipped by, but neither of them had brought it up again. It was as if, sensing the approaching deadline, they both instinctively cherished what time they had left, unwilling to spoil it by speaking of the end.

Isadora perched sideways on Victor's lap, feeling the strength in his legs beneath her.

She slid her arms around his neck and pulled his head down toward her.

Leaning in, she gave his Adam's apple a playful nip, grinning as she whispered, "I said, I really don't want anything."

beneath her teasing, his eyes growing dark and

ever being

eyes smoldering, voice rough and low. "You say you don't want anything, but you're still biting me-are you

detail of his lashes, the cut of his

and cool, tinged with a faint trace of tobacco and something that

to challenge him, her mouth still

let out a low

well. She knew how to tease him

one swift movement, he rolled her beneath him on the sofa, eyes locked on hers,

across the cushion like silk, her fair cheeks tinged

bent down, his words thick with innuendo. "Tonight, you can bite however

long fingers begin to undo the buttons of her shirt, one by one. Her heart hammered in her chest;

Suddenly, the doorbell chimed.

in an instant. She shoved Victor

"Who could that be?"

back, shooting her a look of frustration,

her bare foot

"Go answer the door."