Page 84 of Uprising

“Public sex?”

I shake my head quickly. No it fucking doesn’t. I don’t want him thinking for one minute that I am willing to do that, to be seen doing that.

He tilts his head. “So you wouldn’t ride my cock right now while everyone watched?”

I can see he’s taunting me but underneath it still feels like a test. He still has all the power, and we both know if he wants to he can force me into this.

“No.” I snap back.

He grins more before wrapping his arm around my body. “We’ll see.” He mutters as he leads me further on through the crowd, towards an ominous looking door right at the very back.

Two burly men are stood obviously controlling who can and cannot go through. But they take one look at Darius and nod quickly before opening it and holding it for us to pass. Something tells me that Darius has been here before, that perhaps he frequents this place a lot.

Ahead there’s a set of polished silver stairs. Faux candles and mirrors seem to be everywhere as if they’re trying to feminise this space, to make it more romantic. But there’s nothing here that feels romantic, nothing here that feels remotely close.

My heels click on each step.

My dress shifts, so that with every move I take, my left leg is entirely displayed. My gut twists as I realise why he made me wear this dress. I’m being paraded like a whore for him. I just hope this is all there is to it.

When we reach the top I can see it’s a private room. Although one side is glass panels so they can look down to the show beneath us, it’s too high for anyone to see in, there could be an actual orgy in here and no one below would be able to witness a thing.

The music is less pervasive here, we can still hear it beating away but it’s not loud enough to stop any would be conversation.

The room is packed. Dozens of men’s eyes snap to me. I shrink into Darius, for once wanting his presence to shield mine.

“Evening.” Darius says to them, his eyes scanning their faces but it’s clear their attention is on me.

I recognise a few of them. Men whose names are associated with my father, associated with Darius. This is his party. His little gang of cronies. My heart sinks as that sets in. I’m surrounded by them. No one here is going to bat an eye if Darius decides to do something.

“I see you brought your wife.” Someone says back and a few snigger like hyenas about to go in for the kill.

And that’s exactly how I feel. Like I’m some new born gazelle, barely steady on my feet and they’re already circling, deciding where best to sink their teeth into me.

“Darius.” I whisper his name. I don’t know what this is, what the fuck is happening, but every instinct in my body right now is screaming at me to run, to run and not look back.

He smirks at me before all but shoving me out in front like I’m some piece of art to be admired.

I half stumble, only just managing to stay on my feet in these damned heels. And they spring up as one, swarming me, leering at me. One of them reaches out to grab me and I let out a scream that cuts through the music.

“No touching.” Darius says pushing through grabbing me back. “Look all you want but no one touches Rose but me. Got it?”

I shut my eyes, I tremble once again against him. Thisisa powerplay. I can feel my tears pricking my eyes. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be anywhere near these men.

“Take me home.” I plead it to Darius and he just laughs.

“No Rose, we’re here to have some fun.”

“This isn’t fun.” I state.

He laughs again, walking us both to where a vacant chair is that seems more reminiscent of a throne. He sinks into it, pulling me into his lap and I feel it then, his cock is hard. This is turning him on.

“We’re going to stay and enjoy ourselves.” He states.

“I want to go home.” I say. I want to be anywhere else but where I am right now.

He tuts annoyed pulling at my skirt and sliding his hand under the fabric. “Then let me change your mind on that.”

I snarl back, my fear turning to anger. I’m not doing this. I won’t do this. I grab his hand, dig my nails so hard into his skin that I swear I draw blood. He growls annoyed but it does stop him. At least, it stops him from assaulting me because he doesn’t remove it, he keeps it there, laying claim to me for everyone to see.

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