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.

to the ground, and Julian shoved her into the back seat. Standing at the door, Julian caught his breath,

Dinner and a movie mean it's understood what comes next! Trying to

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

victorious smirk, Julian wedged himself between Sylvia's thighs, pressing down on

the scent and softness of

not overtly glamorous but with a lustrous skin blushing from the excitement,

man would have been driven to madness at

and tender beneath him than he had imagined. He chuckled, "Don't blame me. Your mom practically delivered you to my doorstep. Edwin wants to do business with my 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

her face before ripping open her

desire as

gaze fell on

that studded leather clutch to match her outfit - small and square-shaped, merely able to contain a cellphone, but surprisingly heavy, enough to smash

Sylvia's eyes flashed with fierce. She grabbed the purse and smashed it against his