Page 19 of Careless

“Because I’m not a child, and I can take care of myself just fine,” I snap back at him before standing, squaring up to him.

On the outside, this probably looks ridiculous. I’m only five-three while Rian is six feet tall, but I’m not afraid of him.

“Obviously you can’t, kid.”

“Stop calling me kid!”

“Maybe if you stopped acting like one, I wouldn’t need to,” he snarls right back, and I’m barely able to stop myself from punching that smug look off his handsome face.

“Jesus Christ! Talk about blaming the victim, Rian. She did nothing wrong. Why don’t you pee on her so everyone knows she’s yours?”

Finn doesn’t seem fazed by Kia’s comment, but I suppose he doesn’t know her well enough to determine if she’s joking.

“Are they always like this?” she asks me as Finn plops down next to her. Although she’s my best friend, she hasn’t really gotten to see Rian and me interact.

He shrugs. “You get used to it.”

“Grab your shit, Sorcha. We’re leaving,” Rian demands before turning on his heels, expecting me to obey and follow him like one of his many one night stands. But, I stand my ground, raising my chin. Who does he think he is?

“No.”

His head whirls around so fast I’m surprised it doesn’t snap right off his neck. “No?” he asks incredulously.

“No. As in not happening. I’m having a late lunch with my best friend. Thank you for the assistance, but you can fuck off now.” I hold my head high, making sure my stance is known. I’m not his little lap dog. If he says jump, I’ll ask himHow high, then complete the sentence withwould you like my foot up your ass?I can tell him no if I want. He has no claim on me.

I don’t know what I expected him to do next, but it wasn’t for him to grab me and throw me over his shoulder like a damn caveman.

I screech as I fumble with the back of his shirt, desperate not to fall on my face, but his arms anchor my legs to his chest.

“Rian, put me down!” I wail at him as much as is physically possible with a shoulder in your gut. This is disrespectful and dehumanizing. I am not a sack of potatoes. He can’t just toss me around whenever he feels like.

“Shut that bratty mouth of yours,” he hisses before the asshole slaps my ass, like my brother isn’t standing a few feet away.

“Finn! Do something!” I beg, trying to pry myself from Rian’s death grip, but it’s impossible.

Why isn’t my brother kicking his ass? Apparently, his loyalty to his friends is stronger than his loyalty to me. I’m able to get a glance at him through the hair hanging in my face. He, along with Kia, are strolling to my car. Kia has a wide, idiotic grin on her face while Finn is…

…EATING MY GODDAMN TACO!

Rian stops walking once we reach my brother’s truck and sets me on my feet. I narrow my eyes on him before I try to bolt. Of course, he’s expecting this sort of maneuver and grabs me. He spins me around then pushes my front against the closed passenger door. I squirm when he pulls my arms around me and leans his chest into my back. He whispers into my ear, “Stop fighting me or I will fuck your ass right here where everyone can see, and I’ll make you like it.” He bends my arms in a nearly painful angle as I fight him.

“Fuck you. I’m not your property. You can’t treat me like this!” Then, the cold kiss of metal wraps around my wrists and I hear the click, a gasp falling from my lips.

This bastard just handcuffed me.

I can feel the rumble of his laughter against my back. “You most definitely are my property. After the ways you’ve pissed me off today, I’m going to need to show you again. Immediately.” The sound of gravel getting kicked up by tires draws our attention and we watch as Finn drives my car out of the parking lot. A sharp pain seizes the side of my neck as Rian’s teeth bite down. His hand runs up my rib cage then grabs my breast as he rocks his hips against my ass.

“Mine.”

Oh, fuck. I need to piss him off more often. It’s like he automatically knows what I like without me even being aware. He’s an asshole, but he’s an asshole I want to fuck me.

“Rian,” I moan as he slowly unbuttons my shirt enough to sneak his hand inside, slipping it into my bra. His thumb connects with my nipple and I whimper as he touches the barbell.

He stiffens. “You have your nipples pierced?” The gravelly tone sends a shiver through my body. “When did you have this done?” He tugs on the barbell and I hiss, my breath fogging up the truck window. My body keeps reacting to Rian’s manipulations without my consent. I press my ass back against him again.

“I did it on my… birthday.” I’m practically panting from how turned on he has me.

“Fuck,” he growls as he rolls my nipple between his fingers, tugging and twisting it to perfection. “I’m going to kill whoever did this. No one gets to see your tits except me, baby.”

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