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?"

As he spoke, his lips brushed against Sylvia's, sending a jolt through her. Goosebumps prickled her skin as she clenched her fists, fighting to mask her reaction.

But Rupert noticed her panic. He brushed the petal-crushed fingertips against her tensed lips. The mix of floral and tart flavors invaded her mouth, making her frown and slightly relax her lips.

Without warning, Rupert kissed her. Sylvia's eyes widened in shock as she pushed against him, only for her hands to be wrapped up in his tie. With a tug, he pinned her hands against his chest, the air between them growing more intimate. "Jerk!"

"Bastard!"

"Let... go!"

Sylvia's entire being was resisting, cursing him at any chance she got.

"I'm a bastard? What does that make you?" Rupert's voice was deeper, sparing her a glance in the midst of their struggle.

Sylvia glared back, teeth clenched!

Rupert met her gaze with an

amused, almost playful smirk, as if

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

His lips crushed against hers. "Since you've ended up in my bed, don't think it ends here."

Sylvia pushed against him, feeling her body weaken under his kiss.

She didn't want this!

Clutching the last shred of her sanity, Sylvia lashed out with a kick. Rupert caught her foot effortlessly.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, she shoved him hard freeing herself. With a burst of energy, Sylvia jumped off the coffee table and sprinted toward the door.

Rupert didn't follow. He simply sat back, as if he had anticipated her escape all along.

"Remember to change your bandage."

"And... don't forget to think of an explanation for that mark on your neck."

Sylvia stormed out, cursing Rupert under her breath.

Reaching into her pocket, she found something unexpected - some medicinal patches. To her surprise, her ankle no longer ached; walking was no problem at all. But when had Rupert slipped them into her pocket?

Shaking off the thought, Sylvia

turned to deave but hesitated. Rupert's remark about "the mark" came to mind. She reached for her phone, only to find it missing

en FindNovel

Could it be...

Turning back towards Rupert's house, she almost collided with Orson coming out.

"Mr. Rupert asked me to return your phone to you."

Taking her phone, Sylvia checked the recordings.

Empty!

In that moment, her heart sank.

So that's what it was all about. Rupert's every action was just a ploy to steal her phone!