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.

door, knocking, "Rupert? Are you

bear to let Bridget witness this scene. After all, he always

chuckled lightly. This only heightened her sense of dread as his face inched

she wrapped her arms around herself. Her clothes were still

long and strong, caressed her shoulders, teasing her slowly, as if to prolong

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

feelings had turned into a mockery. She knew no matter what she said, Rupert had made up his mind

drugged, she appeared out of nowhere, they ended up in the same

lips grazing her ear, sending shivers down her

throughout her body, as if

for her to leave. Every encounter was merely an outlet for him. Afterward, he would coldly pull away, stating that was the only purpose of allowing her to

endured, for