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!"

I figured you wanted to plow

to process. Then, with a gasp, she slammed

minutes later, they finally pulled up

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

"Idiot," she muttered.

hair, grinning. "You just need more practice. Next

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

Inside the house.

immediately shooed Victor

with the bedroom lights on, she saw how flushed

couldn't believe he'd managed to keep

but Victor caught her

frowned, voice rough and

him. "Do you have any idea how high your

a hundred and two,

faint, feverish smile. "You're worried about

heat pulsed

to pull

free, she stood up and

rack, soaked it in cold water,

in the bedroom, Victor

his eyes, brow

was his

fragile. The sight tugged