Page 65 of Careless

I would laugh if I wasn’t still trying to fit the pieces together. “The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you. I should’ve started slow, and I know that. I didn’t want to make your first time hurt worse than it needed to.”

My face pales as my heart stops for a moment. I guess it’s time to let the cat out of the bag. “Rian, I, uh, wasn’t a virgin.” Yep, I’m completely mortified.

I had to hide my sexual history from Rian and Finn for obvious reasons, but I didn’t think he’d be so stupid as not to ask or just assume that I was a virgin because he blacklisted me.

His eyes widen from my confession and immediately narrow into slits with overpowering rage. He releases the steering wheel, turning to me completely. “What?” he roars. “You let someone else touch you?”

“What kind of question is that? It’s not like you were interested until recently. You made it clear that you didn’t want me or anyone who looks like me.” I throw his comment from that party back in his face, how dare he insinuate that somehow I betrayed him.

“Who was he?” he demands and tightens his hands into fists.

“None of your business. We were together almost a year and a half ago, Rian, and I’m not going to let you go off half-cocked and put Jason in the hospital.”

He grinds his molars as he looks out the windshield. “A year and a half? Before or after you came on to me at that party?”

My cheeks flush with embarrassment at having to talk about this. “Obviously, it wasafterthe incident.” That’s what I call that horrible night where I put myself out there to Rian. He not only rebuffed my affections but also said he doesn’t fuck girls who look like me. It doesn’t matter what he really meant by that. What matters is I thought he was saying it was because I was fat and he would never want me. Maybe that’s also my intrusive thoughts getting the best of me, but what else was I supposed to think? That fucker had me crying for hours. The next night, Kia took me to one of Dom’s parties, where I met and had sex with Jason. “Why are you doing this? You have no right to be angry with me.”

“Yes I do, because you’re mine.”

Fucking asshole. “I wasn’t yours then, Rian. In fact, you said you didn’t want me.”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Really, Mr.I Don’t Fuck Girls That Look Like You?” I huff as tears spring to my eyes and I look away from him. “You can’t get pissed that someone else wanted me when you acted like you didn’t.”

This would be the part where any sane guy would apologize for being a dick, but Rian has never been sane.

Instead of being a levelheaded, calm individual, Rian grabs me by my hair and drags me across the bench seat. He shoves my head down toward his crotch and my heart crashes against the barrier of my flesh. His fingers tighten on my scalp as he drags down the zipper of his jeans, pulling out his hard cock, drops of pre-cum falling down the length.

“You need to be reminded that only I’m allowed inside you.” He doesn’t ask me to open my mouth for him. He doesn’t need to. He’d break through my teeth if he wanted, but pushing against my lips is enough. I open my mouth and he doesn’t give me a moment to adjust to the mouthful. “Take it all the way, Sorcha. You’re my little whore. Now, act like it.”

If that doesn’t give me the motivation to ignore my gag reflex, nothing will.

I open up as wide as I can and he presses past my tongue and down my throat as he flips up my hem, exposing my panties.

My eyes snap shut as tears appear from the lack of oxygen, bile rising in my stomach at the intrusion. The stretch is painful, but when his hand rips my underwear, I’m distracted instantly.What is he going to do? His cock is down my throat.

He pulls my head back and thrusts past the barrier of my throat in the same moment that his hand comes down hard on my bare ass. My spit sprays past his length at the surprise and arousal at the touch.

“You’re so bad, baby. You were supposed to save yourself for me. Your cunt was supposed to bleed for me and only me. I’m going to need to get that blood somehow.”

If I was stronger than his vice grip on my hair, I would pull back and yell at him for expecting something like that from me when he was screwing half the town, but then he does it again. Timing his thrust with the hard slap of my ass, I moan against his cock. It’s a real jerk move, but I can’t deny the dark part of me that I’ve never been able to explore is enjoying this.

“Did you suck his cock? Did you let him be the first to fuck your face like this, my slut?” He rams his cock down my throat again to accentuate his point, and I gag again.

Even with all his forcefulness, I don’t try to push him away. I don’t fight it at all. My hands grip his outer thigh as I’m leaning over, and my nails dig into him with each thrust of his hips and every slap of his hand on my ass.

“Did you?” he hisses as he pulls my head back, and I take a deep breath of fresh air, coughing from the sudden intake of oxygen.

“No,” I admit as tears roll down my face, but I catch the victorious smile on his.

“Good girl. Did you let him go down on you? Did you let him taste my sweet little cunt?”

“No,” I cry.

It was just sex, and it was only once with Jason. Why does it matter now?

“Did you let him fuck your ass?” he presses, searching for more to be mad about.

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