Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 23

As Sylvia felt herself being dragged backward by Julian, her consciousness blurring, she clenched her fists until her fingernails bit into her palms, the pain snapping her back to reality. She had to save herself!

Sylvia grabbed the door handle to stabilize herself, her eyes darting around, seeking something, anything, that could be her salvation.

The crystal ornament on the dashboard seemed like her chance. But every time she stretched for it, it was just beyond her reach.

Gritting her teeth against Julian's force, she inched her fingertips closer to the crystal.

The moment she wrenched it from its non-slip mat, she hurled it backward with all her might. With a thud, Julian grunted and released Sylvia. Seizing the moment, she hit the door unlock button and tumbled out of the car.

The autumn night was crisp, the moonlight bright, the wind, sharp as a knife, cutting into Sylvia ruthlessly as she struggled to her feet and ran.

She hadn't made it far when the hand from behind closed around her neck. She bit back a cry of defiance, but he slammed her head against the car door.

seat. Standing at the door, Julian

I wouldn't waste my time. Dinner and a movie mean it's understood what comes next! Trying to leave now? You

fate. She thrashed, kicking and screaming to keep Julian at bay. Julian, however, caught her by the ankles, slipping off her high heels and slowly caressing up. Sylvia's skin crawled as if snakes slithered over her, making her feel coldly nauseous. She kicked a few times, trying to retract her legs, but that only gave Julian the chance to spread them

victorious smirk, Julian wedged himself between Sylvia's thighs, pressing down on her as his hand roamed under her

the scent

but with a lustrous skin blushing from the excitement, a tipsy state. Coupled with her misty eyes, she looked

man would have been driven to

family, and there you were, bundled with the deal. Play nice, and it could work out for your family. Or else, don't make me do something you regret. Plus, you should be aware what your family amounts to in

Sylvia's knees apart, caressing her face before ripping open her top, exposing her skin

gleamed with desire as

Sylvia's gaze fell on her purse on the floor

had given her that studded leather clutch to match her outfit - small and square-shaped, merely

hand crept under her skirt, Sylvia's eyes flashed with