Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 170

Isadora didn’t have time to look away.

She’d walked right into his gaze, catching the full weight of it before she could prepare herself.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She quickly turned her head, like a student caught daydreaming in class, embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

How could this man be so perceptive, even with his eyes closed?

Isadora pressed her lips together, forcing herself to stare straight ahead.

Victor, meanwhile, noticed the delicate blush that spread across her pale cheeks, even the tips of her ears turning rosy.

He couldn’t resist; his hand reached out, gently pinching her enticing earlobe.

A jolt ran through Isadora at his touch, leaving her ear tingling.

“Did you need something from me?” she asked, trying to sound casual.

Victor fixed her with a smoldering look, his voice dropping to that deliberately wicked tone he seemed to enjoy. “Come keep me company in bed.”

Isadora’s face flushed a deep crimson.

Unbelievable. The man was incorrigible!

She instinctively pressed her knees together, her voice shaking despite her best efforts. “Here? People are coming and going. I really don’t think… it’s appropriate.”

“What’s wrong with here?” Victor’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. He hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her face up to meet his. “Didn’t you just say you’d do whatever I asked?”

Isadora pressed herself against the car door, her hand against his chest, trying to put some distance between them. “Don’t… don’t mess around.”

Victor chuckled softly. “Scaredy-cat.”

With that, he stretched out and lay down, resting his head on Isadora’s lap, his long legs crossed comfortably.

“Miss Vaughan, is that really all you ever think about?”

Isadora blinked, momentarily confused—then realized she’d been played.

He’d meant exactly what he’d said: he wanted her to literally keep him company while he slept.

Victor’s voice was rich with amusement, clearly enjoying himself. He was throwing her own words back at her, teasing her for her earlier promise.

What a piece of work.

Victor closed his eyes, his voice now tinged with fatigue. “If I can’t satisfy you today, and you really can’t wait, maybe you should take matters into your own hands.”

Isadora’s eyes flew wide. She enunciated each word, indignant: “I am not that desperate!”

She huffed and turned away, refusing to look at him.