Page 42 of Careless

The devil in his eyes is satisfied with my response so he returns to his place between my trembling thighs. “That’s my girl. You come so good for me.” The sensation of fabric moving up my calves has me struggling to lift my head. I watch as he pulls my panties back up my legs.

“What?” The word escapes without my permission. I’m shocked. After what Rian just did, I expect him to ask for me to return the favor, or least consent to us fucking like rabbits. I was literally moments away from pulling him on top of me and saying “fuck you” to all the possible consequences.

I want to feel him inside and give all of myself to him, more than he already has. I want to be connected to him in every way possible.

“Come here, baby,” he demands as he gets off my bed and stands, his jeans still in place.

It’s a struggle considering my legs are still partially jello, but I get up to stand in front of him, ready to hurl myself off the edge of a cliff if he’ll just give me everything he can. I want to be his.

Instead of taking what he wants, he pushes my bra straps up my arms, his brilliant blue eyes intent on his task. Even though his massive cock bulges in his jeans, his gaze isn’t lustful. He’s concentrated on the mission at hand, as if he’s more concerned with caring for me than satisfying his sexual cravings.

I watch his features as he ignores his body’s reaction to his desire. He snatches his shirt off the bed, pulling it down over my head.

The concentration doesn’t leave his expression as he straightens out the cotton shirt. Amazement fills me as his cock turns flaccid before my eyes, almost like a slow-motion fight scene in a movie. Slow and dramatic. Cue the cheesy music.

“How do you do that?” It doesn’t take a genius to figure out he has no intention of fucking me or pushing for more than what he just did to me.

His eyes find mine, blue meets blue, and he takes a ragged breath, knowing exactly what I was referring to. I know Rian is attracted to me, yet he lost his erection while still staring at my half naked body. He has considerable control.

His brows knit together. “I think of things that piss me off,” he explains. He bends and lifts me into his arms.

I wrap mine around his neck. “Like what?”

“Like someone hurting you.” The short explanation is full of venom, like he’d burn the world down before he would ever let anyone touch me. “If that doesn’t do the job, I picture you fucking someone else. Either way, it works.” He manages to fix the covers with one hand and lays me down on the sheets. He brings the comforter up to my chin and tucks me in. Satisfied, he moves over me to my other side and lays on the covers. Once situated, he pulls me to his chest.

He’s emotionally torturing himself to keep from misbehaving, but really—does he consider stripping me naked and going down on me while I’m asleep as behaving?

I can’t believe he actually pictures me with someone else to get rid of his arousal. It sounds like the worst torture. I’ve never actually seen Rian fuck other girls, but I’ve heard guttural moans coming from his room while fucking some random chick. Hearing it was bad enough. It probably would’ve broken me if I’d actually witnessed it, even just once.

That’s the thing about love. It can give someone the power to build you up or completely shatter you with one look, one touch, or a single act.

Just the thought of it would make anyone wonder why the hell I always return to Rian, no matter how much he trashes my heart again and again. Maybe a part of me doesn’t mind the pain as long as I know I’ll get to feel his touch or the weight of his stare when he looks at me like I’m the most perfect creature in the universe.

It’s an intoxicating mixture of desire and irritation. It’s hilarious, delectable, and addicting.

“Close your eyes and go back to sleep,” he orders as he pulls me closer, holding me like I’m a delicate heirloom. His fingers trail through my hair as I press my face into his pecs.

I don’t want to bring it up, but I know I have to. “My dad will be pissed if he finds you in here,” I say as a stray yawn forces its way through my lips.

“He knows I’m in here.”

My body stiffens as my eyes widen in response. “What?”

“He stopped me in the hallway and threatened me, but that had nothing to do with being in your bed.”

My dad didwhat?Why the hell would he threaten Rian? Everyone loves Rian, especially my dad. He suggested I stay away from Rian, but I know that had to do with Finn and his anger issues.

“What was that about?” I ask before sitting straight up, glaring at him.My dad had to have a good reason, right?

“Lay down, kid,” he grunts, sending me the menacing look he’s so fond of using, but I cross my arms over my chest, defying him with all my might.

“Tell me, Rian, or I’ll go ask him myself.”

He groans before messing up the blankets and flipping on top of me. I squeak in surprise. My lips fall open in shock before I start laughing. I expected him to do something in retaliation, but I didn’t expect him to get on top of me. Irritation slowly leaves his face and soon he’s cackling along with me. I forget how this all started and am captivated by the beautiful sight of Rian carefree and laughing. I want to kiss him, but that would interrupt the dazzling sight.

Almost as if he can read my thoughts, he leans down and presses his lips to mine.

I’ve been transported to another life, one where I’m happy and we’re together. God, I never want to leave, ever.

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