Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 54

Pressing her lip, not waiting for his kiss, she tiptoed and bit him first, marking him right where she did before.

Rupert didn't feel the pain, just a slight annoyance as he clicked his tongue. Even as the wound started bleeding again, he didn't care.

It wasn't until Sylvia switched from biting to sucking that his gaze darkened. He realized her purpose of doing it.

Sylvia released his neck, murmuring in frustration, "You better think about how you're going to explain this to Bridget." Rupert glanced at himself in the mirror, eyeing the bite mark with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you a bit of a wolf or something?"

Sylvia turned her face away, her cheeks wet with water drops that made her eyes even more defiant. Irresistible.

He casually wiped his neck, warning in a low voice, "Stay away from Warren."

Sylvia remained silent. Rupert's hand, adorned with the ring, hovered perilously close to crossing a line on her chest. "Hmm?"

"I got it."

drag Warren into

back, pointing at the bathtub, "Go take a

by his suggestion until she noticed the

prepared it in

she could ask, Bridget's hand was already frantically turning the doorknob. Even though Rupert had

about to open, Rupert pulled

"What's up?"

closed the door behind him and

a sigh

she grabbed a clean towel to wrap herself tightly, only to see her flushed reflection in the mirror. Unwittingly, she clutched the towel tighter around her

Her stuff!

Bridget's considerate voice came from

me tidy up for

worry much; she turned to swirl the doorknob quietly, leaving a narrow slit. Her heart raced

his body steaming

with her back to the bathroom, beside the big bed,

Sylvia frantically gestured to Rupert,

washing her underwear separately, so she had dried it first last night. She had intended to change into it after entering the room, but had fallen asleep on the bed, underwear in hand. Now, it was surely tangled in the bedding. If Bridget did so much as