The driver parked the car, got out, and opened the rear door.
Victor stepped out gracefully, his long legs unfolding with effortless elegance.
He was dressed to the nines today—dark pinstriped trousers, a pale gray dress shirt with perfectly pressed cuffs, and a meticulously knotted tie that gave him an air of precision and gravitas. He looked every bit like someone fresh from an important meeting.
Kemp straightened the white shirt he wore, pulled out the key he’d prepared in advance, and unlocked the door to the villa.
From inside, the unmistakable sounds of a woman’s moans and a man’s breathless shouts drifted out, intermittent but unmistakable.
“Oh God… yes…”
“Elise, you’re mine!”
“You’re mine, and no one will ever take you from me!”
Upstairs, in the master bedroom.
On the bed, Elise’s cheeks were flushed pink, her whole body caught up in the throes of passion.
Victor’s expression darkened; his eyes glinted with a cold, steely edge as he shot Kemp a look.
Kemp looked just as speechless. Who could have guessed these two would be at it in broad daylight?
He wiped the cold sweat from his brow and muttered, “Mr. Fitzgerald, I’ll… I’ll go drag them out.”
Victor settled into a single armchair in the living room, crossing his legs. Even in this simple pose, the tailored black pants accentuated the sharp lines of his legs, and his mere presence radiated aristocratic poise.
Elise, meanwhile, was lost in the final waves of pleasure.
Suddenly—a thunderous crash!
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The readers' comments on the novel: Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)
It takes too long to get to the point. Too much unnecessary in between in all of these books. Too many extra characters, the authors lose the plot after a while....