CHAPTER 135
BRIANNA’S POV
I wrapped my arms protectively around my bump. There was no way I was letting him get to my babies. My twins. I’ll protect them with life and I’ll kill him if he tries to do anything to harm them.
He started advancing towards me in menacing steps. My chest felt like it was about to burst. I could barely contain my breath as I raced around the room, hauling anything I could lay my hands on at him-books, vases, and even a lamp. But he dodged them all with ease.
“Stay away from me you bastard!” I snarled at him. “There is no way I’m letting you take me back to that hellhole…never!”
“You belong to me, Brianna,” he said with a sinister smirk playing around the corners of his lips. “The sooner you realize that the better for you. The better for us. Once I get you back, I’m not going to let anyone take or buy you again. I’ll fuck you till you beg me to fuck you over and over again,” his smirk widened to an eccentric laugh.
“Over my dead body,” I grabbed a poker from the fireplace.
Using it as a makeshift weapon, I lunged at him, but he somehow manoeuvred. He grabbed me and pinned me by the shoulder so my back was facing him. With his other hand, he twisted my fingers and I yelped out in pain as my bones snapped and the rod fell off.
“Stops fighting,” he growled in my ear. “Princesses don’t fight. It only pisses me off and you know how I can get when I’m pissed off. Just accept your fucking fate and come with me. No one is coming to save you and it’s so pitiful watching you try to save yourself.”
“No…” I cried in agony, swallowing the thickness of my tears as I tried to catch my breath. “Sebastian will come for me…. I know he will. And when he does, you’re going to regret ever setting eyes on me.”
“Really,” he mocked, laughing at me. “And where is he? Probably somewhere drinking and having a good time. By the time I’m finished with you if he dares get close, I won’t waste time killing me. I don’t need any fool coming in between us. And with his guards all dead, it will be so easy doing that.”
I tightened my jaw and pressed my eyes closed, trying not to let his words get to me. I had moved past his manipulations. I was determined to remain strong and unwavering in my hope.
“Can’t you see,” he whispered menacingly, sniffling at the scent of my hair and the skin on my neck. “Can’t you see we were made for each other? Your heart beats for me and me alone. I should be the only man in your life. I should be the only man to fuck you. The only person to have access to that sweet pussy of yours. You belong to me, you belong in my bed. No matter how hard you try to escape that, fate will always bring us together. Are you so blind you can’t it, uhh sweetheart?”
Bile rose to my throat and I shuddered with disgust as he nibbled on my earlobe and planted kisses all over my neck. I will give anything not to be in this kind of situation. Anything to be away from him. Anything to believe this wasn’t real.
“Damn you taste so much better than I remember,” he pulled me greedily, tightening his grip around my shoulders and chest as if he couldn’t get enough of me, not caring if I was pregnant. Not caring if he was hurting me. “I can’t wait to be inside you again. It’s so nice to have you back,” he breathed out in satisfaction.
Weeping bitterly, I looked to the side, irked by his proximity, the feel of his lips on my skin, trying to get away from him. Since he was distracted burying his face in my hair and the depths of my neck, I used that to my advantage.
“Let me go!” I seethed and furiously stomped on his legs.
The impact caused little or no damage as he was wearing thick leather shoes but it was enough to cause his grip on me to loosen a bit.
Quickly, without letting that slide, I flung my head back and hit him in the face, his grip loosening completely.
He let out a loud frustrated groan, the weight of his anger building up intensely.
Racing to the dressing table drawer, I yanked it open and frantically rummaged through its contents for pepper spray. I was sure I had seen one in there the other day.
“Brianna,” Hermes called as he marched closer to me, but I kept on searching for the pepper spray. I will find it. I know I will. “Don’t make this any harder for yourself. I’m trying so hard not to get angry with you but you’re so stubborn you leave me without a choice. Come here bitch!”
He wanted to grab me by the hair. Just then, I found the pepper spray. As he flung me around, I sprayed it directly on his eyes, causing him to suppress a groan as the stinging pain took effect.
“Ahhh…” He rubbed his eyes furiously. “What have you done Brianna?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Seeing him in pain filled me with so much satisfaction. I wanted to do more, to pour out all that anger inside me but there was no time. Tossing the pepper spray away, I rushed to the exit but suddenly bumped into a tall rock-hard figure that suddenly appeared in the doorway from nowhere.
I stumbled backwards. He was one of Hermes’s guards. I recognized him. He was the one who usually took me to Hermes when I was held captive in his castle. His hawk eyes swiftly swept through me and then to Hermes who was staggering around like a blind man, bumping into things.
Realizing what I had done to his master, he snarled like an animal ready to attack, showing his bare teeth. Before I could even react, he lunged forward and threw me a slap that sent me crashing to the floor.
Tears stung my eyes and blurred my vision as I tasted the salty, metallic tang of blood in my mouth. Stifling a sob, I wiped the trickle running down my chin with the back of my hand.
I was scrambling to get up when the guard rushed and straddled me, pinning me down on the floor. He was so big and strong I couldn’t struggle or put up a fight.
“I have her boss,” he said to Hermes but his stern gaze never left my face. “What should I do?”
“Fucking sedate her and carry her to the fucking car, asshole!” Hermes replied irritatingly, still groaning in frustration from the stinging pain in his eyes, curses falling out from his mouth every second.
I wished I had blinded him so he wouldn’t be able to look at me or any other woman in his forsaken life again.
My eyes widened in fear as I watched the guard draw out a syringe from his pocket, memories of the countless times Hermes had driven those needles into my neck rushing at me like a violent wind.
“Please…don’t do it…no…I beg you…” I begged like my life depended on it but it fell on deaf ears as the guard drove the needle straight into my neck, draining the liquid into my bloodstream.
“Please…. don’t…. Come get me Sebastian…come get me…” my voice echoed in my head as a deep calming sensation overtook me and I drifted, drifted into a familiar darkness.