Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 274

Isadora still hadn’t managed to put on her nightgown.

She’d just spent another two passionate hours tangled up with the man beside her.

Right at the very end, just as sleep was about to claim her, she heard his lazy, deep voice rumble in her ear:

“I was on my best behavior in Europe, you know that?”

“Can you feel it?”

“I saved it all for you.”

Isadora closed her eyes and promised herself she’d never wrongly accuse him again.

After the last five hours, she was certain this damn man really hadn’t fooled around.

Because he’d given everything—absolutely everything—to her.

*

The next morning, when Isadora finally dragged herself out of bed, every muscle in her body ached, as though she’d been taken apart and put back together again.

She shot a fierce glare at the culprit still sprawled on the bed. After all, they’d both been up all night, but he looked as fresh and energetic as ever—like he’d just stepped out for a brisk morning run.

Victor stood at the full-length mirror, calmly knotting his tie. He lifted his gaze, refined and unhurried, to where Isadora sat dazed and kneeling on the bed.

Those mesmerizing, mischievous eyes of his glinted with amusement.

Isadora turned her head away, refusing to look at his irritatingly smug smile. She forced herself to get up and head to the bathroom.

After washing up, she spent a long time deliberating in the walk-in closet before settling on a fitted white lace turtleneck and a pair of jeans. The delicate lace at the collar did a good job concealing the marks on her neck and collarbone.

Once she was dressed, she snuck another glance at Victor from the corner of her eye.

He chuckled softly. “Isadora, try to control that wild longing in your eyes when you look at me, will you?”

She rolled her eyes.

As if!

Today, he wore a gray dress shirt, perfectly knotted tie, and tailored suit pants that hugged his long legs. Clearly, he had a meeting to attend. But on his neck, one particular red bite mark stood out glaringly.

Isadora hesitated for a moment, then said, “You’ve got a mark on your neck. Want me to cover it with a bandage?”

Victor raised an eyebrow. “I’m not bothered. Why should you be?”

“Fine. Suit yourself.”

She thought, at least she wouldn’t be the one getting laughed at.