Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 116

He had actually bit her!

Sylvia knew Rupert was getting back at her for biting him earlier. She simply closed her eyes, bracing herself for the pain. But the pain was brief. The bite on her neck felt almost playful, alternating between light and firm, like a teasing game. A shiver ran through her body, and the sensation shifted- lips softly grazing her skin.

The next moment, she was seated on a coffee table, trapped in his embrace with no escape.

Rupert leaned in, so close that their lips almost touched.

Sylvia tried to pull back, but Rupert cupped her head, drawing her back to him. Their barely-there touches electrified the air between them.

"Say it again," Rupert demanded softly.

Sylvia's lips remained sealed, her body tense with refusal.

Unhurriedly, Rupert plucked a rose from behind her ear, crushing it in his hand.

"Ugly," he said coldly.

Was it the flower that was ugly, or was it her?

Sylvia preferred to believe the latter. Forced into a staring contest, her eyelashes fluttered, but her gaze remained defiant. She bit her lip again, making it even more inviting despite her resistance. Rupert's gaze deepened, his voice husky. "You think I'm out of options if you don't speak?"

sending a jolt through her. Goosebumps prickled her skin as she clenched her fists,

the petal-crushed fingertips against her tensed lips. The mix of floral and tart flavors invaded her mouth, making

kissed her. Sylvia's eyes widened in shock as she pushed against him, only for her hands to be wrapped

"Bastard!"

"Let... go!"

being was resisting, cursing him at any

Rupert's voice was

glared back,

her gaze

almost playful smirk, as

were a harmless creature. Then, without warning, he captured her again, his kiss fiercer

up in my bed,

against him, feeling her body weaken

She didn't want this!

Sylvia lashed out with a kick. Rupert

distraction, she shoved him hard freeing herself. With a burst of energy, Sylvia jumped off the coffee table and sprinted

simply sat back, as if he had anticipated her escape all

change your

think of an explanation for that

out, cursing Rupert under her

her ankle no longer ached;