Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 272

“At least bring me something to eat before you shut the door on me!”

Isadora kicked her legs in the air in protest.

“Victor, put me down!”

Victor’s gaze was dark and unreadable, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Say please.”

Sometimes you just had to swallow your pride.

Isadora gave in quickly, pressing her hands together in a pleading gesture. “Please? Pretty please?”

Victor’s eyes lowered in feigned thought. After a beat, he replied, deadpan, “Nope.”

Isadora was speechless. Seriously?!

“Then why did you even ask me to beg?”

Victor’s expression softened, amusement curling at the edge of his mouth. “Isadora, I just asked you to beg. I never promised I’d say yes.”

She pouted. “You’re such a jerk!”

He smirked. “If I’m a jerk, what does that make you? The jerk’s wife?”

That last word—“wife”—caught Isadora off guard.

She stared at his profile, the chiseled lines of his face softened by the golden lamplight, his jawline cast in gentle shadow.

Victor said it so casually, as if it meant nothing at all.

Before she could process it, Victor scooped her up and carried her over to the bed, tossing her onto the mattress.

The springs dipped beneath her weight, then bounced her back up.

Her dress fluttered with the movement, the thin straps slipping down her arms, baring her smooth, pale shoulders.

Victor shrugged off his black shirt and let it fall to the floor, then leaned over her, brushing his lips lightly along her shoulder.

A tingling current shot through her body, making her shiver with pleasure.

Isadora couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

Suddenly, a faint whiff of perfume drifted into her nose—something light, like gardenia.