EuropeNovelChapter 67 Victor gave a crooked smile. "Follow you? You think I have tfor that?" Isadora pressed her lips together. The accusation had just slipped out-she knew perfectly well Victor wasn't the type to waste his ttailing someone as insignificant as her.
She tried to recover. "Dinner will have to wait. I'm not in the mood tonight. You should head home, Mr. Fitzgerald." He let out a short, cold laugh. "Oh, I see. No mood for me, but you find tfor Magnus, don't you?" She felt the sting of his words-Victor was nothing if not perceptive. The double standard was obvious, even if she tried to deny it.
Victor's gaze hardened. "Don't forget about the investment I wired over today. Is this your way of showing gratitude?" Isadora's confidence wavered. She owed him, no matter how much she tried to deny it. It was hard to stand tall when you'd accepted someone's help.
"I..." Before she could finish, she felt a sudden, unfamiliar heat at the corner of her mouth.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtVictor drew a hand from his coat pocket, his long fingers brushing softly at her lips, wiping away a trace of something she hadn't noticed. The gentle friction sent a strange, electric shiver through her.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Then his voice, low and dangerous, cut through the silence. "Did he touch you?" Her heart skipped. The underlying threat in his tone was unmistakable.
Magnus had tried to kiss her earlier, but she'd broken away just in time. From Victor's perspective, though, it must have looked damning-she'd taken his money and promised to stay away from Magnus, only to be caught with him the very next moment. No matter how wealthy or powerful Victor was, nobody liked playing the fool. Isadora opened her mouth to explain, but Victor was already moving. He strode forward, long legs closing the gap between them in an instant, and shut the door behind him.
He radiated a dangerous intensity-more predatory than Magnus ever could, like a lion on the verge of pouncing. "You... what are you doing?" she stammered.
Victor's eyes narrowed, his voice gravelly and barely restrained. "I told you to stay away from him, Isadora." Without warning, he leaned in, one arm snaking around her waist, pulling her close. His mouth crashed down on hers-unyielding, demanding.
He lingered on her lips, tracing their shape with his tongue, savoring and exploring. The scent of pine and a faint trace of tobacco enveloped her, intoxicating and overwhelming.
Victor's kiss was relentless-sometimes soft, sometimes fierce-an irresistible mix of dominance and desire. Isadora struggled for breath, her hands pushing against his chest, but he caught her wrists in one strong hand, pinning them behind her back.
The movement arched her body against him, pressing her even closer. She tried to kick him away, but Victor anticipated her, locking her legs in place with his own.
Reality blurred, her senses overloaded by the intensity of his touch. She'd tasted Victor's kisses before, but never like this-never so consuming.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVictor had intended to punish her, to make her pay for her duplicity. But the feel of her beneath his hands set his self-control ablaze, fueling a need he couldn't suppress.
His other hand slipped beneath her silk nightdress, fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her thigh.
Isadora jolted awake, clarity flickering in her eyes. "Victor, letgo! Stop!" He glanced down, his eyes smoldering, his voice rough as gravel. "You're not behaving, Isadora." With that, he gave her a light, admonishing smack on her backside. Isadora stiffened, her cheeks flaming red. This insufferable man-how could he? She tried to explain, her voice trembling. "Magnus just showed up, I didn't know he was coming-" "I don't want to hear another man's nfrom your lips tonight," Victor growled, cutting her off.
He swept her up, hands firm beneath her thighs, lifting her effortlessly.
Pinning her against the wall, he m nudged her legs apart. Instinctively, Isadora wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on as her world tilted.
Her entire body clung to him, breathless and flushed. Victor's lips curled into a satisfied smile-her surrender stoked something fierce inside him, and the anger in his chest eased.
He tugged her robe from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Οπ The silk nightdress beneath clung to her frame, the dusky blue fabric gleaming against her porcelain skin in the soft light, impossibly tempting.
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