Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 371

Especially considering this Lamborghini had been customized-the speed was completely off the charts.

Isadora gripped the steering wheel tight, her gaze locked on the road ahead, not daring to blink.

In the passenger seat, Victor couldn't help but chuckle at her tense, battle-ready posture. His voice was low and teasing. "Honestly, you look more dangerous like this."

Isadora licked her lips, eyes never leaving the highway. "Don't talk. Just sit back and relax."

With that, she slammed her foot down on the gas.

The engine roared.

The Lamborghini shot forward like a crazed beast let off its leash.

They flew down the empty road, the world outside blurring past so fast that

Isadora could barely distinguish shapes from shadows.

Her palms were sweating, and she squeezed the wheel even tighter, swallowing hard.

A few minutes passed.

Victor's lazy drawl drifted over. "Go on, floor it."

Isadora bit back a curse. "Floor it?!"

She shot him a wide-eyed look. "You think we're not going fast enough? There's a red light up ahead!"

"Oh, I figured you wanted to

second too long to process. Then, with a gasp, she slammed on the

finally pulled up outside Summit Crest

her legs felt like jelly. She shot a glare at the Lamborghini, as if it was the car's fault

"Idiot," she muttered.

flustered expression adorable. He reached over and ruffled her hair, grinning. "You just need more practice. Next time, I'll

straightened her hair, rolling her eyes. "Thanks, but

Inside the house.

shooed Victor toward the

with the bedroom lights on, she saw how flushed he was. His entire face-and even his bare arms-were

managed to keep it

Victor caught

frowned, voice rough and husky.

help scolding him. "Do you have any idea

If it's not a

lips curled into a faint,

pulsed through her palm, seeping up her arm,

pull away. "Worried, my

hand free, she stood up and marched

towel from the rack, soaked it in cold

the bedroom, Victor

his eyes,

Gone was his

fragile. The sight tugged at her