Page 174 of Uprising

“No?” He muses. “Maybe we’ll haul up here, hide out into the snow passes.” He runs his eyes over me licking his lips. “I’m sure we’ll find a way to entertain ourselves while we wait.”

I screw my face up, ignoring the bile that is so close to coming up.

“I know what this place is.” I say. “I know you and my mother used to meet here.”

He pauses, his lips curling with amusement. “Did she tell you that?”

I nod.

His eyes drop to stare at my breasts. Thankfully he hasn’t stripped me beyond my jacket but I still feel indecent.

“Carla and I used to have a lot of fun here.” He murmurs. “Perhaps we can recreate some of it…”

“You sick bastard.” I scream. “I know what you are. What you and she were.”

He sits back on my thighs then, letting my arms drop as he appraises me. “So she told you?”

“She told me everything.” I snap as I wrap them around myself like some sort of protection. “She told me you have the same father.”

He doesn’t even looked ashamed. He doesn’t even look that bothered.

“You forced me to marry you.” I snarl. “Knowing we’re related…”

“What does it matter?” He says shrugging. “You think that’s the worse thing I’ve done? I’ve killed people Rose, cut them into pieces and sold them.”

“I’m your daughter.” I cry saying the words out loud that I haven’t even admitted to myself. That I’ve pretended are not true. That I lied about.

He runs his hands over me and I slap him so hard across his face. He grabs my throat, pinning me against the couch once more.

“I wanted you.” He states. “That’s all that matters.”

I spit at him. And he lowers his mouth kissing me as I jerk and kick and buck with as much movement as he will allow.

“Fuck I missed this attitude.” He murmurs. “I realised I like the way you fight me, I like the way it feels when I take what I want and make you break.”

I shake my head, shutting my eyes, praying that whatever Roman is doing he hurries the fuck up.

“You were more fun when I forced you. More fun when you cried and begged me to stop.” He continues. “Though I’ll admit the feel of you coming around my dick was worth all your pretence.”

“You piece of shit.” I snarl slamming my body, rolling it into his to try to get him off me.

He smacks me so hard in response I blank out. When I come back around he’s gotten off me. He’s just left me here.

My face feels lopsided, I lift my hand, whimpering at the bruise that’s already forming there.

In a heap I roll off the couch, biting back the groan as I hit the rug. I can hear him moving about. I can hear him looking for something.

I get to my feet, my eyes searching about, looking for something that might help. But I feel dizzy, I feel like I don’t have any control over my body. I put my hands out in front of me and I can see them physically shaking, blurry, like I’ve drunk too much and I’m seeing double.

“It’s kicking in.”

I cry out as Darius leans against the doorframe watching me.

“Wh, wh, what is?” I stammer.

He grins. “The GHB.”

My eyes widen.He didn’t. No fucking way.

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