Chapter 11: Anger

Sofya took detemined steps towards Sloane's office, she was on fire. Her blood was boiling and she felt like she was going to explode. She pushed the door open and looked at the suprised Sloane.

"Sofya, I'm so glad that you're alright. Did Sark fill you in on the last few days ?" he asked

"Listen to me very carefully Sloane, I've always found you a slimeless pig without any consience but now you're not even worth that title anymore. I don't know what you hoped to recieve with the little show you made but know that if your life ever depends on me, you'd better start praying." Sofya said before leaving again.

Before she was out of the door, Sloane replied. "Before you only blame me, you should give your mother a thought too."

Sofya turned around. "My mother ?"

"Yes, how did you think the CIA got your photograph ?" Sloane answered

Sofya didn't answer him but turned around and left. Sloane's words made so much sense that she had to believe him. Irina Derevko had made sure that the CIA, and Jack Bristow, knew she existed. Sofya stepped into her car and drove off to her hotelroom, she was so angry that it blinded her sight. She just speeded until she reached the hotel and stepped inside.

She reached the room she shared with Sark and opened it. There she didn't stop to see if he was there but just took a suitcase and started to pack some of her clothes.

"Going somewhere, love ?"

Sofya turned around and saw Sark leaning against the doorway, watching her. She didn't answer and continued packing. Sark closed the distance between them and touched her shoulder.

"Don't touch me" she hissed slapping his hand away

"Where are you going ?" he asked with his charming accent

"Far away from you, Sloane and everything that has to do with the two of you" she replied angry

Sark didn't reply but turned her around roughly and kissed her. Sofya tried to push him off her but his grip was too strong. His tongue forced her mouth open and then demanded her to participate in the agressive kiss. She finally gave up and started to kiss him back just as animalistic as he was kissing her. Her hands were placed around his neck and he picked her up, her long slim legs around his waist.

Sofya tore her mouth from his, needing to breath. Sark pushed them against a wall so he could have better access to her neck. Then Sofya woke up from the spell and kicked him off her. Sark backed away, breathing heavily and Sofya looked at him. She was so angry at him, furious even. She walked towards him and slapped him hard across the face.

Sark turned his head back to her and then Sofya grabbed him and pushed him on the bed. She climbed on top of him and took off his expensive armani vest. She looked in his eyes and saw the lust and need projected in his eyes. Her anger had turned into agressive desire to both punish him for his betrayal and to screw his brains out. Sofya unbuttoned his shirt and when she took out her knife, she saw confusion in his eyes. The cool metal on his skin awoke him and when she pushed it lower, he took a shallow breath.

She pushed the knife under the waistband of his pants and lowered her mouth to his ear.

"Ever betray me again, and you'll never be able to walk straight anymore" she whispered

Sark nodded, understanding her threath. Sofya took the knife out of his pants and threw it away. Then she ripped his pants and shoes off, leaving him naked under her. His hardness made her moan and she quickly took off her top and pants.

Sark tried to sit up but she pushed him down again. Her eyes told him that she would be in control and that he didn't have to try to take over. Sark smirked and followed her every move with his eyes.

Sydney and Vaughn ate in silence, the shock of Sofya was finally sinking in and Sydney didn't know what to think. She was still getting used of the whole idea of having a sister. Would they ever get along ? Or better, would they ever be on the same side ?

Sydney looked at Vaughn and wondered if she would love him if they were on the other side. Sark and Sofya were such a mystery to her. It wasn't that she didn't understand why that they had become a item: Sark's handsome, blond, British and rich. Sofya's stunning, more than her, and strong in every way mind and body.

"Syd, are you okay ?"

Sydney looked up at her boyfriends handsome face and decided that she would love Vaughn if they weren't CIA but terrorists. She thought that she had loved Danny, and she had, but not like she loved Vaughn. He was her everything.

"Yeah, just thinking" she said softly

"About a newfound relative ?" he asked

Sydney smiled, he always seemed to know what she was thinking. Vaughn smiled back.

"What are you going to do ?"

"Get her back" she answered

"Even if she wants to Syd, she'll be thrown in prison for terrorist actions. But the biggest problem of that is Sofya herself. I don't think that she has the intention of turning herself in." Vaughn said

Sydney grinned. "Dad"

Vaughn gave her a confused look. "Your dad ?"

"Yeah, the way Sofya reacted when he said those things to her made me realise that she wants to have a father in her life, someone to care." Sydney explained.

"Even if you're right, do you honestly think that Jack Bristow will want her in his life ?"

Now Sydney sombered. "I hope so"

Sofya rolled off Sark's body, panting heavily. Her bangs were plastered on her face and her whole body glinstered with sweat. She looked at the time on her delicate Valentino watch and grinned when she saw that already two hours had passed.

Sark turned to her. "Well love, I think I'm going to make you pissed off more often."

Sofya couldn't help but smirk. She just couldn't stay mad at him, especially not after incredible, mindblowing sex. It was just the same for him, when they lay together, the world stopped spinning for them and they just seeked release and satisfaction.

But after the moment passed, the world came crashing back and they were no longer Sofya and Julian. The ones who craved each others touch every night always made room for the two that the outside world knew. Sark and Derevko or Sark and Sofya for the ones who thought knew them the best, like Irina and Sloane.

Sofya got up and dressed herself again. Sark watched her from the bed with a curious look.

"What is it, Julian ?"

"Nothing worth telling, love" Sark said getting up as well.

Sofya rolled her eyes but when she felt his lips make contact with the back of her neck, she smiled.

"Again ?" she mocked

"Irina was behind it" he said against her soft skin

She tensed. Again her mother, why was that woman trying so hard to destroy her ? She turned around in his arms so that they were face to face.

"Why ?"

"I don't know but my guess is that she thought it was time for father and daughter to meet. And ofcourse Sydney." He replied

"You're trying to tell me she grew soft ?" she said feeling her anger again

Sark smirked. "No, I'm sure there's more behind it but we'll have to wait for that answer."

Sofya linked her arms behind his neck. "And what do we do in the meantime ?" she asked seductively

This time it was Sark that pushed her on the bed.