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.

the door, knocking, "Rupert? Are you in

bear to let Bridget witness

This only heightened her sense of dread as his face inched closer, menacingly. With a rip, Sylvia's

Her clothes were still in

long and strong, caressed

warmth mingling. His voice was a low growl, "You were the

matter what she said, Rupert had made up his mind that she was the one who had

nowhere, they ended up in

lips grazing her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

body,

for her to leave. Every encounter was merely an

so she endured, for eight long years! Eight