Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 158

Herself?

Sylvia's heart was ablaze, yet her spine stiffened instinctively. Lifting her gaze, she met his directly, feeling in the dim light as though she was staring into an unfathomable abyss. Yet he simply propped his cheek in his hand, watching her with evident amusement, a faint smile playing at his lips.

Memories of their less than stellar encounters flashed through Sylvia's mind, filling her with a sense of humiliation as she turned her face away.

Biting her inner lip hard, the taste of blood filled her mouth, yet it did little to quell the turmoil within her. The biting continued...

Suddenly, a sharp pain in her jaw caused her lips to part slightly, blood trickling down the corner of her mouth.

The man opposite narrowed his eyes, a storm of anger swirling within them.

He was angry.

"So, you're this reluctant? Then why did you provoke me in the first place?"

Sylvia remained silent, refusing to meet his gaze.

Suddenly, the grip on her chin tightened gradually.

In pain, she looked up, her eyes misty and her lashes wet and trembling. Yet, even so, her gaze was filled with defiance, refusing to submit.

Rupert's grip loosened slightly, his fingers adorned with the ruby ring, wiping the blood from her lips with a forceful dominance.

"You're as stubborn as a mule," he said deeply, his tone laced with a hint of resignation.

Sylvia pressed her lips, the restraint she had been exercising slowly crumbling under his gentle touch.

leaving damp marks on the fabric, crumpling it into a mess,

close, his breath hot on Sylvia's face, causing her

and in the next instant, he

down her head to deepen the kiss with the other, walked a few steps

soft and

apple bobbed, his hand cradling the back of Sylvia's neck as their lips and

feeble attempts to push

not loosening his hold, savoring her like

pain shot through the back of Sylvia's neck, her

man above

from

burying his face in

necking heavily,

the fire within

belongs to en.kikistor

himself up, he casually pinched Sylvia's

"You owe me."

he got up

the bed sleeping soundly under the covers. Rupert wiped the moisture from his body and lay down on the bed. Yet, he

unwilling to

reached out and

In the next room.

slightly undone, revealing a hint of cleavage, sat by the window waiting for Rupert with a

wall in front of her, beyond

earlier, Sylvia must