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?

bear to let Bridget

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

she wrapped her arms around herself. Her clothes were still in

advances became more fervent. His hands, long and strong, caressed her shoulders, teasing her slowly, as

together, their warmth mingling. His voice

feeling humiliated. Her sincere feelings had turned into a mockery. She knew no matter what she said, Rupert had made up his mind that she was the one who had drugged him. Otherwise...there was no explaining the series

up in the same room, and she was so

shivers down her

body, as if she were reliving her

this, too smart, understanding every change in her, knowing how to control her, tear at her, yet making it impossible for her to leave. Every encounter was merely an outlet for him. Afterward, he would coldly pull away, stating that was the only

endured, for eight long