BookToReadChapter 246 Victor's gaze burned into her, his voice low and husky. "You getall worked up, and then you say 'forget it.' Isadora, you really are trouble, you know that?" Isadora was straddling him, her palms braced on his broad shoulders.
She could feel the solid curve of muscle beneath his shirt, every line taut and powerful.
Her breathing grew shallow, her heart pounding loud and fast in her chest.
It really had been too long since the last time.
The cramped driver's seat left her completely surrounded by Victor's presence, the masculine scent of pine and spice filling the small space, making it impossible to escape him.
She could feel the blood in her veins growing warmer by the second.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I..... I didn't mean... right now," she managed, voice shaky.
Victor's eyes darkened, a dangerous heat flickering in their depths as he answered, all seriousness, "Too late. I'm already reacting." She glanced down, instinctively, and saw the evidence of his desire straining against his suit pants.
Her voice trembled. "Can't you... hold on?" He swallowed, the sound deep and unmistakably sensual in the quiet of the car. "Helpout." Isadora tried to clamp her legs together, only to squeeze his thigh instead.
She heard his laughter rumble from deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through her and making her heart skip.
She swallowed hard, grasping at the last threads of her resistance. "Can't we just... wait until we're home?" Victor sighed, looking perfectly unrepentant. "I can't wait." "There are things to do at home, and things to do right now. Isadora, can't you feel it? It's waiting for you." Oh God.
He was impossible. Absolutely impossible.
Her lips were dry, her heartbeat so fast she could barely hear her own thoughts.
She wanted to say no.
She wanted to push him away, but Victor caught her hands, pressing them firmly against his chest.
Slowly, his flawless face drew closer, his lips brushing hers in a fleeting kiss before moving to her ear, where he teased her earlobe with maddening precision.
He knew exactly where she was most sensitive.
Isadora felt her bones turn to jelly, heat crackling along her nerves.
She made one last, feeble protest. "We can't... someone might see." Victor's lips curled into a lazy, reassuring smile. "The windows are tinted. Relax, sweetheart. Just let go." A moment later, Isadora's eyelashes fluttered. In the end, she gave in to Victor's relentless, coaxing charm.
Soon, the air inside the car was thick with breathless tension and deep, low groans.
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She turned her head, watching Victor.
He was still immaculate in his suit, expression cool and collected, though his eyes were stormy and wild. He leaned against her shoulder, breathing hard.
Heat and intimacy seemed to fog the very windows around them.
When it was finally over, Isadora's fingertips were flushed, streaked with red. Victor cradled her his ams, e reaching for a packet of wipes from the glove compartment. Gently, he cleaned every one of her delicate fingers. "You were incredible, baby." The flush that had only just faded from her face bloomed back up in full force at his words.
Isadora ducked her head, eyes glistening at the corners, muttering, "You jerk." Victor's gaze was soft and warm, as gentle as a summer rain. "It's not the best place here. Tonight, I'll take care of you properly." She bit her lower lip, turning away. "Who said I needed you to do anything?" He cocked an eyebrow, deliberately teasing, his voice lazy and soft. "Well then, maybe you'll take care ofinstead."
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