NovelEnglishChapter 225 || Why won't he speak up? Sylvia's mind was a whirlwind of confusion. First, there was Warren's sudden change, and now Rupert's silent retreat as if he had vanished into thin air.
What was real? What was just a facade? She looked at the crisscross of scars and tentatively asked, "Does Tristan often give you the 'family treatment"?" "I'm not stupid," Rupert replied dismissively.
"Then when do you end up getting the 'treatment'?" "When others don't use their brains." Others, meaning Sylvia.
So, this sly old fox, Rupert, surely knew how to protect himself.
Then why was he...
Lost in thought, Rupert turned his head slightly. "Sylvia." "Hmm?" "Have you touched enough?" Sylvia snapped back to reality, realizing her hand had been tracing the marks on Rupert's back all along.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe quickly withdrew her hand and awkwardly rummaged through the first aid kit for sointment.
"Well... although it's bleeding, it's just a minor cut. I'll put sointment on it, but I don't have any professional healing strips." "In my coat pocket," Rupert said nonchalantly.
Sylvia paused, picked up his jacket from the couch, and found a few healing strips inside.
She gritted her teeth, realizing he had been prepared all along. He must have let her fuss on purpose.
Determined, she pulled out the alcohol and warned, "Rupert, I'm going to disinfect it. It might sting a little, so feel free to shout if you can't take it." She pressed the alcohol swab onto the bleeding spot, but instead of the reaction she expected, Rupert smoothly shifted, pulling her onto his lap.
Enclosing her in his arms, he murmured, "Is this fun?" She looked up, meeting his intense gaze, which seemed to want to consher whole.
Suddenly, she remembered the wild nights they spent together in a past life, and her back heated up with the memory.
As she tried to move away, his hand rested on her leg, holding her in place with just the right amount of pressure.
His bare chest brushed against her, his warm breath fanning her neck, both dominating and fierce.
"Want to continue playing?" his voice was thick with desire.
"No, no," Sylvia shook her head, pulling her neck back.
Rupert chuckled softly, his hand behind her continued its exploration.
Sylvia's breath hitched, and as she tried to raise her hand, he caught it. "Still trying to draw a line between us?" His voice dropped a few notches, yet the commanding tone remained.
"I want to cah." As she defiantly began to respond, he found a sensitive spot on her lower back, her resolve melted instantly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Hmm?" He kneaded gently, his voice growing husky.
"Letgo," she whispered, biting her lip to keep from making any sounds.
"Wrong answer, try again." He bathe heavily, the fire in his eve ,his hand traveling up her spine, inch by inch.
to Sylvia was mortified, yet unable to control the shiver that ran through her body, as if it obeyed his every command.
Finally, she nodded with a mix of frustration and surrender.
"...No more." "Good."
"Can you letgo now?" Sylvia asked through gritted teeth, turning her head away to avoid his gaze. "No." Rupert grasped her chin, turning face towards him, his thumb brushing against her lips, and soft from his earlier stille.ne But this wasn't enough, nowhere near enough...
His breath was hot against her skin, his voice a deep rumble) "Sylvia, I'm nearly athy limit." The wild desire in Rupert's eyes was like a blazing fire, threatening to engulf her entirely...
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