Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel 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.”

She didn't want to drag Warren into this mess to begin with.

Rupert stepped back, pointing at the bathtub, “Go take a bath.”

Sylvia was puzzled by his suggestion until she noticed the tub was already filled with warm water.

He had prepared it in advance?

But before she could ask, Bridget’s hand was already frantically turning the doorknob. Even though Rupert had locked the door, somehow Bridget had found a key and was unlocking it.

Sylvia trembled with nerves.

As the door was about to open, Rupert pulled her aside, opened the door and stepped out.

“What’s up?”

As he spoke, he closed the door behind him and took the key.

Now, it was surely tangled in the bedding. If Bridget did so much as straighten the bed, she would see it.

Rupert, pretending not to notice Sylvia, just dried himself with a towel, and as the damp dissipated, his defined abs and tight waistline came into view, an allure of restraint and temptation.

Sylvia was too agitated to appreciate the view, desperately signaling him, not even noticing her towel slipping slightly.

A glimpse of her breasts exposed in a fleeting moment.

Rupert's eyes swirled with emotion, his throat working, but his posture remained casually attentive, as if waiting for something.

Sylvia bit her lip, realizing he was doing this on purpose! Feeling helpless, she mouthed silently with her lips which got red from biting, "Uncle, help me."

Almost simultaneously, Bridget lifted the comforter, catching a glimpse of a pink fabric.

But in an instant, the comforter was pulled back down.

“I need to change, please leave.”

Seeing this, Sylvia breathed a sign of relief, then watching as Bridget’s eyes fixated on the marks on Rupert’s neck.