CHAPTER 49: SOFIA
He’s going to kill me.
When the back of his hand hit my face, I was surprised that my neck didn’t snap. My head was spinning from the pain which was already racking every bone in my body. I was certain that I had at least one broken rib and the parts of my body he dug his claws into were screaming in agony. I began coughing blood—the red liquid causing a spark of delight in his beady eyes.
“Why do you fight me, Sofia? Why do you resist?” he asked as I scampered away from him, backing myself up into a wall, as he dipped his finger in the blood I’d coughed up on the floor and licked it. He closed his eyes. “There’s nothing like it. What is it that makes your blood so delightfully sweet?”
I wanted to glare up at him but one of my eyes was already swollen shut. I was trying to figure out a way to retrieve the wooden stake I kept on the hunters’ strap round my thigh without Borys noticing. I knew that should he see the stake coming, then I couldn’t use it against him, but his eyes remained on me.
Maybe I’m doing this the wrong way. Perhaps I should play along with his game and pretend to want him so I could stab him in the heart while he’s having his way with me. I grimaced at the notion. The very idea of his hands on me made me sick.
“Are you not tired, Sofia?” He tilted his head to the side, a smirk forming on his face.
Exhausted. I returned his smirk. “The disgust I feel just looking at you is enough to give me all the energy I need. Just the sight of you makes my skin crawl.”
I could see his stocky, muscular build tense. I didn’t know what demented part of his existence I had just hit, but my words had struck a chord and I knew it.
“Take that back,” he growled in a low, menacing voice.
I knew that should I prod on with my insults, I would definitely cause him pain and most likely urge him to hurt me some more, but inside, I was also hoping that it would somehow repel him from me to know how much I hated him. “It’s true. Have you ever had a woman actually want to be with you? Isn’t it why you have to do this? Force us? I am not yours, Borys. I will never be yours. I can never ever enjoy your touch the way I enjoy Derek’s. You’re nowhere near even a fraction of the man he is. I think you know that. That’s why you envy him so much.”
He sped my way, grabbed me by the shoulders and I had to scream when he threw me across the room into a wall. I crashed to the ground with a loud thud and before I could even make a single move, he was on top of me, stuffing his discarded shirt down my throat until I began gagging.
“You have to learn to shut up, Sofia, my pet. Say such foul things again and I will cut your tongue out…and heal you…and then cut it out again.” He pressed a hand over one of my broken ribs, making me scream through his shirt.
“We could end this, Sofia. Just cooperate with me. Pleasure me…”
I couldn’t hate anyone else more than I hated him at that moment. He made even Lucas, who had dealt me his own share of cruel torment, seem like a gentleman. I clawed at Borys with the strength I had left, but he just knelt over me and laughed as he took hold of both my wrists and pinned them over my head. He used his weight to keep my legs down while he used his free hand to begin unbuttoning my shirt.
He bared his fangs, ready to drink from my exposed neck, forcing my head to the side to allow him better access. I shut my eyes against what was happening, hoping to mentally escape from the hands of this man. I was so horrified by the whole thing, I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination when I heard a knock on the door.
Borys seemed annoyed by the intrusion. “Has it been an hour?” He frowned.
He turned his head toward the door and gave the inanimate object a cold glare before deciding to ignore it and turn his attention back to me. To my relief, it seemed he lost interest in drinking my blood. My relief, however, was short-lived because he then turned his attention to groping my body.
When another series of knocks came at the door, I didn’t even bother to fight the urge to sigh with utter relief. Please…for mercy’s sake, don’t stop knocking.
Upon noticing how relieved I was, Borys decided to take his frustration over the interruption out on me by grabbing fistfuls of my hair. By doing so, he had to let go of my wrists, and my hands were free to claw at him and hit him.
Annoyed, he forced my arms to my sides before wrapping one strong arm around me to keep me steady as he stood up and freely kissed my neck and jawline. He walked toward the door even as he held me in his arms.
I steeled myself against shedding more tears. I didn’t want to cry any longer, but I also had no fight left in me either, so my tense and exhausted form just limply hung within his embrace, hoping that whoever was behind that door would somehow provide me momentary relief from Borys Maslen.
Borys finally opened the door.
I only realized how terrible I looked when I heard Ingrid, whom I was certain didn’t give a damn about what happened to me, gasp at the sight of me. “What have you done to her? Are you trying to kill her?”
Borys pulled his mouth away from my cheek. “She’s trying to kill herself with all the fight she’s trying to put up against me. Little minx can’t seem to get it in her head that she’s mine and that she’s supposed to just lean back and take whatever I give her.”
“Lest you forget, she’s the only leverage you have against Derek Novak. If you destroy her, you’re not going to be able to leave this island alive.”
Borys scoffed. “Just one drink of my blood will fix her.”
“Let her drink mine.”
I was stunned to hear the familiar voice. Vivienne. I turned to find her stepping into the room right behind Ingrid.
“What’s she doing here?” Borys spat out, though none of us missed the way his grip loosened around me as he perused Vivienne from head to foot. There was no mistaking that he still wanted Vivienne after all those years.
“A gift from Derek Novak.” Ingrid shrugged.
“I’ll do anything you want me to.” Vivienne looked confident enough, but her voice broke when she spoke the words. She heaved a sigh to regain composure before raising her eyes to him. “Just stop tormenting Sofia.”
Borys grinned as he wrapped both his arms around me, crushing my broken ribs against his firm chest. “Hear that, Sofia? Your lover is so enamored by you that he would willingly whore out his own sister just to rescue you.”
I hate you. With all the defiance I still had left within me, I spat in his face. Angered, he once again threw me forcefully to the ground. Vivienne rushed to my side.