Page 66 of Careless

“No!”

He pulls my hair back even more so we can make eye contact. “Did you kiss him, Sorcha?” His words are sharp as his eyes darken.

Fuck. Don’t ask me that. Jason and I had sex. Kissing is involved with that. I’m not the weirdo who doesn’t kiss the people he screws. That’s Rian.

He saved his kisses for me. He saved one thing for me, and he thinks that means he has ownership of all of my firsts. Well, he doesn’t. Jason will always have a claim on two of them. My first kiss and my virginity.

His eyes darken further with dominance. “Answer me! Did you kiss him?”

“Yes,” I whimper the syllable, and no matter how hard I try to stop it, a sliver of shame races through me. I didn’t know Rian wanted me. I thought the exact opposite.

Suddenly, he pushes me back to the passenger side, my back colliding with the door handle. “Out of the car,” he demands, his tone as sharp as a knife, before opening his own door. He doesn’t even bother to put his monster cock back in its cage before stepping out.

Is he insane? It's broad daylight. What if someone sees him? They’ll call the cops and this isn’t Grove Hill. Those cops know to turn a blind eye to the things Rian does, but not here.

Before getting out of the car, I adjust my skirt, my underwear nowhere to be found. I look around for any onlookers as I close the door. Rian roughly grabs my arm and drags me to the front of the car. “Rian, what are you doing?” I hiss.

“Shut the fuck up. You’ve pissed me off enough for one day,” he growls before yanking me into his body, crashing his lips against mine. This isn’t one of his normal kisses. Those are hard and dominating, like he wants to consume me. No, this is rough, like he wants to erase Jason’s lips from mine.

I’m barely able to acclimate to the kiss before he yanks me around and clamps his mouth onto the back of my neck, sucking hard. His hands go straight for my breasts and he squeezes them with the same forcefulness as his mouth. His fingers clamp onto my nipple piercings through my bra, and I scream at the intense stab of pleasure coursing through me.

“What if someone sees us?” I tremble beneath his touch.

“They’ll see me taking what’s always been rightfully mine. I’m going to erase that bastard from your cunt and you’re going to love every second of it, like you did the other night. Won’t you?” He yanks my dress and bra down over my shoulders until it constricts around my waist. The metal of my barbels glints from the sun’s direct rays.

“Rian,” I try to refuse, but he ignores me and bends me over the hood of his car. I grab the grill for support as he kicks my feet apart wide enough to stand between them. He picks the hem up and tucks it under the rest of my dress that is tight around my waist. Now my ass is exposed as well while Rian is completely clothed. That’s not fair, but I think being bent over his car right now to pay for sins that I didn’t commit is proof that he doesn’t play fair. The unmistakable touch of his cock running up my inner thigh makes me shiver, and there’s no denying I want him. “What are you doing?” I gasp when he gets to my clit.

“You’re leaking. I’m just wiping up your mess.”

God, I want him, but not like this. Not out here. “Please, don’t—”

He’s not listening. And thank god. “Your mouth says no, but your body…” he trails off, letting me fill in the blank. He’s right. My hips rock against him, begging him to fuck me, coating him in my arousal. Even though there’s no one around, we’re outside and anyone could see.

Rian grabs my hair, pulling it back, anchoring me in place. He surges forward, filling me instantly. My cries fill the air as I look around frantically. I shouldn’t be so scared about someone seeing us, this place seems pretty deserted, but there’s always a chance.

God, his cock is magical. He smacks my ass again, the pain stinging across my cheeks as he thrusts again, this time harder, matching his strokes.

The ache of him stretching me is dulled from last time, but it's still there, and the pain is exquisite.

“Rian!” I moan as he ruts into me like a man on a mission, unstoppable with desire.

“Does my little whore want anyone else fucking her cunt like this?” I should be pissed that he just called me a whore, and I’m mortified as I realize my core weeps for more, clamping down with each thrust of his length.

“No, never. I only want you!” I cry from everything my body feels.

The agony. The ecstasy. The humiliation. The fear.

All of it eats me alive.

“It better fucking stay that way because, if it doesn’t, I have no problem killing someone for touching you. It wouldn’t be the first time,” he grunts as he thrusts harder into me, my hair getting pulled with each motion.

Wait. What? My heart stops for a second as I take in his words. Rian has killed someone for touching me? How is that possible? Jason is still very much alive and messages me almost daily. Rian made it clear he has no idea who Jason is.

Then, it clicks.

Dez. He disappeared the same night that he tormented me, and Rian came to my rescue. RiankilledDez, and he did it because Dez touched me.

The threat he made against Christian seems so much more viable now. Christian touched me. It was just a friendly hug, but it was still touching. If Christian was interested in more, he kept a respectful distance.

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