Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 53

"Rupert? Rupert!" Bridget's voice was drawing closer from outside the door.

Sylvia was frozen solid, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on her forehead. The mere thought of Bridget catching them in such a state sent her into a panic. Bridget was cunning and a born actress; she wouldn't let Sylvia off the hook easily. And Rupert, he always sided with Bridget. Sylvia didn't stand a chance. She pressed down on Rupert's wandering arm, pleading, "S-Stop, please. The person you love is Bridget."

She reminded Rupert in hope of awakening some sense in him with the two's affection. But to her dismay, Rupert didn't stop. Instead, his hand ventured under her shirt, his fingertips trailing paths that left her shivering. He leaned closer, his voice husky, "Calling me 'uncle' in this context does have a certain... appeal."

Sylvia was mortified. In a moment of desperation, she kicked the door with her foot.

Bang!

The sound echoed throughout the room.

knocking, "Rupert? Are

could bear to let Bridget witness

dread as his face inched closer, menacingly. With a rip, Sylvia's shirt tore

Her clothes were still in the dryer; she was wearing

the way, Rupert's advances became more fervent. His hands, long and strong, caressed her shoulders, teasing her

were pressed together, their warmth mingling. His voice was a low growl,

a mockery. She knew no matter what she said, Rupert had made up his mind that she was the

out of nowhere, they ended up in the same room, and she was

her ear, sending shivers down

felt no joy, only stiffness throughout her body, as if she were reliving her past

her, yet making it impossible for her to leave. Every encounter was merely an outlet for him. Afterward, he would coldly pull

endured, for