Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 44

With a click of the door lock, Sylvia didn't need to turn around to know who was approaching. The jar she was holding tumbled out of her grasp and rolled across the floor. It came to a stop at a pair of men's leather shoes.

Sylvia scrambled to pick it up, but a pair of hands slid around her waist from behind, cold and constricting like a serpent, tightening its grip.

Eventually, she was trapped in front of the kitchen counter, feeling the heat of breath cascading from the top of her head down to her ears, her own breaths turning erratic in response. His lips were at her ear, his voice low and teasing.

"Do you always enjoy being led around?"

His breath tickled Sylvia's ear, making her squirm. She wanted to escape, but any movement only brought a more intimidating presence from behind, forcefully pressing down on her.

The air around Sylvia seemed to encircle her, and through her blouse, she could feel how hot his chest was against her back.

Despite herself, her ears flushed red. The man behind her, observing her restrained and shy demeanor, had pupils as dense as the night, quietly watching her, his hand gently caressing her waist. Sylvia's body trembled, her voice low and struggling, "Uncle, this is the Garcia family's house!"

"So?"

if someone

when Sylvia thought he might release her, she was

to suppress a scream. Now facing each other, Sylvia clenched her jaw at the sight

his eyes like cold stars in a

resentment and...grievance. She

magnetic, "Have you now shifted your target on Warren?" "Uncle, who I shift my target on is none of

"None of my business?"

"Yes...mmm."

words were cut off by his forceful kiss, his lips grinding

coffee, and

sticky. Just like the atmosphere around. Sylvia struggled to breathe,