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.
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