Reckless Billionaire’s Ruthless Claim (Obsessed Billionaires, Cherished Brides #4)

Chapter 3 Olivia

There was a strangeness in his touch that didn’t feel strange—like his fingers belonged on her skin, on her body. It was a familiar sensation, one she couldn’t get enough of.

His fingers gripped her dress, yanking it off in one swift motion. The moment his hands found her bare skin, a deep groan rumbled against her lips in satisfaction. Soft, delicate flesh slipped beneath his fingers, and his rough, calloused hands found her waist, pressing her down into the bed. His fingers worked quickly, unfastening his tie before throwing his coat to the ground. He tore open the top buttons of his shirt, then ripped it off entirely in unrestrained eagerness. All the while, his lips never left hers—kissing her breathless, his tongue sweeping over her.

“Mmhmm…” she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him back slightly.

Impatiently, Sawyer pulled back just enough to see her face.

“I…” she muttered, her breath heavy. “Wait… I need… to breathe…” she croaked out.

He licked his lips hungrily, his eyes dropping to her reddened lips, still wet from their kiss. Then lower—where her flush traveled from her cheeks down her neck, down her chest, disappearing beneath her black lace bra. His girth hardened painfully at the sight, his need for her growing unbearable.

“I can’t,” he muttered, his head immediately diving back to her lips. “I can’t hold back anymore.” His voice was hoarse against her mouth as he devoured her.

Sawyer’s rough fingers slid from her wrists to her underarms, his touch teasing over the delicate flesh before trailing down her sides. The sudden tingle made her flinch under his firm grip. Then, his fingers slipped to her back, and with one quick snap, her bra came undone.

Her body tensed beneath him, and he pulled back slightly—only to drag the straps down her arms and throw the flimsy fabric away. Ellie’s gaze locked onto Sawyer’s, and for the first time, she saw him completely unraveled, lost in frenzy and madness, as if the only thing he had ever craved in his entire life was touching her, kissing her.

His hand shot out, grabbing her by the back of her neck and pulling her forward. His tongue trailed from her ear down to her earlobe, then slowly down the side of her neck.

Her breath quickened. The wet softness of his tongue clashed with the firm pressure of his grip, sending a wild shiver through her.

Sawyer wasn’t gentle. He didn’t care about being careful. Every move was rough, ruthless—unlike any touch she had ever known. His fingers hooked into her panties, yanking them down her legs before ripping them off completely, leaving her bare for him.

He flipped her over effortlessly, her body landing face-first on the bed. His fingers traced the curve of her spine, slowly moving downward until reaching the small of her back.

Then, without warning, he bent down and sank his teeth into her ass, biting down on the delicate flesh roughly.

“Mhhmmmm…” she whimpered, her body trembling beneath him. She instinctively tried to move, but his firm grip pinned her in place.

Sawyer flipped her onto her back again, his hands pushing her legs up into the air, spreading her open just enough to see the soft, swollen flesh between them. The deep blush on her face was the same shade as the one below, and the thought of tasting her made his body shudder with anticipation.

His fingers brushed over her slit, a single stroke making her pussy damp.

“Ah!” Ellie whimpered softly, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her.

Sawyer lowered his mouth to her navel, his tongue tracing lazy circles on her skin. He licked one side of her waist, then the other, then dipped his tongue into the center of her navel, teasing her. His fingers never left her slit, gliding over her folds in slow, tormenting strokes.

“Saw… hahh…” she whimpered, her body tightening under his touch.

The teasing was unbearable—his fingers rubbing fast, then slowing to a crawl, keeping her on the edge but never letting her fall. The constant denial made her body desperate for more, each stolen climax making her moans more needy, more pleading.

Her soft cries only made him hungrier.

Sawyer’s lips moved higher, his mouth no longer kissing but licking, devouring—his tongue trailing over every inch of her skin. It slid from the curve of her waist to the side of her breast, then up to her armpit, where his fingers playfully tickled the sensitive skin before pressing in more firmly.

Then, he did it again.

“Sawyer!” she whimpered.

But instead of stopping, he buried his face into the curve of her armpit, his tongue flickering over the soft skin.

His fingers trailed down again, slipping from her breast to her navel, his index finger pressing down and rubbing in slow, steady circles. The pressure sent shivers through her, making the nerve running from that spot to her core pulse with intense, unexpected pleasure.

Her legs jerked, her body twitching beneath him as the sensation overwhelmed her. She buried her face in her arm, trying to suppress the scream building in her throat.

She knew—if he heard her desperate cries, he would only push her further. He would torment her harder.

Even as she tried to keep quiet, a small moan still slipped past her lips, leaving her breathless.

“That’s what I wanted to hear from this mouth of yours.” Sawyer’s excitement was clear in his voice, trembling slightly, unable to contain the intensity of his desire.

His face moved from her armpits and buried itself into her breasts. His teeth attacked her nipple, gripping it harshly before pulling at it.

Ellie’s body jolted as the stretch from his bite sent a wave of pleasure through her, her skin reddening where he’d touched. His tongue swirled over the sensitive skin, licking and sucking with force, making her breath catch in her throat.

His fingers were relentless, pressing against her navel before slipping lower to rub against her most sensitive spot, a teasing, persistent pressure.

Everything about him was urgent, demanding, relentless.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!”

Ellie’s cry tore through the air, her legs twisting as the intensity of the orgasm overwhelmed her. Sawyer gripped her thighs, forcing her legs wider, refusing to give her any space to recover.

He dove between her legs, his mouth finding her clit, making the already intense orgasm burn deeper, pushing her body to the edge.

“Oh goddd… pleaseeee… oh my goddddd…” Ellie sobbed, her voice trembling with each desperate plea, every syllable a desperate mixture of pleasure and need.

Sawyer’s arm slipped under her waist, holding her still as his fingers trailed down her spine to where her body ached for him. The tips of his other hand’s fingers brushed against her nub, sending a jolt of electricity through her. Ellie buried her face in her arm, gripping the bedsheet in a desperate, shaky hold.

Without warning, those fingers thrust inside her, deep and forceful, the movement too much to bear. His rhythm was unrelenting, each thrust pushing deeper, each movement a steady invasion, filling her in ways that seemed to stretch her limits.

“Aghhhhhh…” Ellie’s voice cracked, her face wet with tears of pleasure, her body grinding against the sheets as Sawyer’s fingers worked relentlessly, making her feel more alive, more consumed than ever before.

Sawyer didn’t stop. His fingers slid in and out, fucking her with a need that matched his hunger. His touch was almost too much, his pace a constant reminder of the depth of his control over her body. Ellie’s body responded instantly, shaking, her breath coming out in shallow bursts.

The intensity of it made her skin burn. The pleasure, the pressure, it didn’t let up, and all she could do was let herself be consumed by it.

“Now you’ve started to get wet,” Sawyer groaned in satisfaction, his voice low and guttural. He didn’t slow down. His fingers continued their punishing rhythm, pushing Ellie further, until she came again, trembling, her body strung tight as she lost herself to the pleasure.

“Ahhh… hahhhh… hhahhh…” Ellie breathed out heavily, her voice breaking, every part of her body caught in the sensation. But Sawyer wasn’t finished. He continued to press her, to push her past the point where she could hold on.

Her body felt like it belonged to him entirely now, unable to escape, unable to resist. She couldn’t even move, just lying there, taking what he gave her. The pleasure was all-consuming, and she was powerless to stop it.

Finally, Sawyer pulled away, letting her body collapse onto the bed, exhausted and trembling. But even as she lay there, spent, his own body was still burning with need. He stood, his chest heaving as he looked down at her, his gaze hungry, filled with unrelenting desire.

Ellie’s eyes fluttered open, watching him, stunned by the raw intensity in his gaze. His muscles flexed as he unfastened his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear, freeing himself from the restraint. His rod was rock hard, thick and heavy, veins bulging, showing just how much control he’d lost.

Climbing back onto the bed, his knee pressing into the mattress, he reached for her, pulling her hands to him, making her cling to him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her face buried against his skin, her breath hot against his throat, making his arousal flare even more.

Just as her body started to calm down, he leaned forward, making her fall on the bed on her back. He then found a place between her legs, on his knees. Grabbing her ankles, he pushed her legs high up to her head. And then, going up on his knees, he angled his thick shaft at her entrance and pushed in. Her back arched as the man slid his rod little by little inside her.

“You have no idea of the things I want to do to you right now, Ellie,” he groaned, his voice husky, the words full of desire and satisfaction. His thrusts grew faster within seconds, his rhythm quickening, as he lost himself in the moment.

“Oh god… oh goddddd,” she cried out, her hands reaching up, her nails scratching his back as if trying to ground herself. “It’s too deep!”

He slowed his thrusts, his movements growing softer, but there was an urgency in his eyes. “I… can’t wait anymore for you,” he growled, his breath deep and impatient. He gripped her hips, arching up on his knees so that her body was almost folded in half, her lower body exposed to him in a way that made him ache. He slid inside her again, reaching the deepest part of her, and started thrusting in relentlessly.

“Fuckkk!” she screamed, tears falling from her eyes as her arms wrapped around his neck. Her body arched and clung to his hard one, unable to escape him. The force of his thrusts left her breathless, her throat tightening with each powerful movement. She had nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.

“Sawyer… oh god!” she whimpered as his thrusts didn’t just stimulate her walls and her G-spot—they slid deeper than ever, hitting places inside her she didn’t know could feel this good.

He slowed down slightly at her cry, his thrusts growing lighter, but he never stopped, still fucking her with intensity. Her insides burned with every movement, a pleasurable burn that left her body trembling, each thrust pulling another moan from her lips.

“Hahhhhh… ahhhhh!!” His voice grew louder, the sounds of their connection echoing in the room as he fucked her harder, faster. His member was wet with her juices, and the warmth of it brought him closer to his own release. The intensity of her body drove him mad with need.

He fucked her deeper, harder, growing faster, until she was nothing but a trembling mess beneath him. Her body gave in to his demands, her moans softening as she couldn’t take much more.

“Only when I’m inside you, are you this fucking tame,” Sawyer whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he continued to take he. His thick girth slid in and out of her, relishing the feel of her soft breaths and the tremors coursing through her body. She wasn’t moving anymore, but her walls would clench every time she came, tightening around him.

His teeth grazed her throat, the sensation sending a wave of electricity through her. He felt her pulse throb against his mouth, and without thinking, he slowly dug his teeth in, savoring the moment, the taste of her skin sending fire through him. He sucked harder, drawing her into him.

She clenched around his rod in a vice grip, sucking him in deep, making him groan.

“Oh… sh… Sawyer!” she moaned, her body igniting with the heat of his bite, burning her from the inside out.

She turned around, her body moving against him instinctively. She climbed over him, sinking down onto his shaft, her knees on the bed as she began to ride him, her body moving in rhythm with his. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she moved, each thrust making her gasp.

Sawyer’s eyes were locked on her breasts, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to them. He arched up, trying to capture them with his mouth, but just as his tongue would touch her nipple, it slipped away. Greed swelled inside him, and he tried again, his hunger growing. He finally latched on to one, his mouth sucking and biting it with intensity.

“Ahhhh… Oh fuck…!” she gasped, the sensation of him biting down on her nipple making her entire body tremble. His manhood, thick and deep, filled her completely, and the tightness of her drove him wild.

He flicked his tongue on her nipple right after the harsh bites, and Ellie arched her back, pushing herself deeper into him, her moans filling the room.

“Fuck. Fuck…!” Sawyer groaned, his movements becoming more frantic as he took control once again. He threw her back to the bed, his body covering hers as he climbed over her, slamming into her at his pace—ruthless and hard, unlike her little, quick thrusts.

Almost instantly, Ellie came again, her body shaking as she screamed, her voice hoarse from the pleasure, her throat dry. Sawyer’s hands were everywhere, claiming her, forcing her to submit to the unrelenting rhythm.

He shifted again, turning her onto her side, his body pressing against hers as he pushed inside from behind. A deep, guttural groan escaped his lips. All he wanted was to stay buried in her, to feel the way she clenched around him as they moved together.

Within moments, a shudder ran through him as he released, his body tensing, muscles straining. The very moment he spilled inside her, she followed, her body gripping him so tightly it sent another wave of pleasure coursing through him.

“God… fucking… hell,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear, his body still trembling as her walls gripped him like a fist.

The high hadn’t even faded when he started moving again, his thrusts slow but deep, each one stretching her, filling her. His breath was warm against the side of her neck, heat pooling between them. Soft, lingering kisses followed—featherlight, teasing—trailing down her skin.

She stirred, her breathing turning uneven, her body instinctively arching to escape the ticklish sensation. But a firm hand cupped her face, holding her still as his tongue traced a slow, deliberate path along her neck from behind.

The kisses grew more demanding, more insistent. Within seconds of that slow torment, she was flooding harder than ever around his rock-hard girth. Feeling her body stiffen and the warmth coating him, his pace quickened instantly, thrusting deeper with quick, relentless strokes.

“Oh…” Ellie sobbed, her face burying into the pillow as another wave of orgasm crashed over her, yet he still didn’t stop. Her body had become so sensitive that every thrust sent another shuddering climax ripping through her.

Finally, after several minutes, his grip on her waist tightened, his arm sliding under her knee to lift her leg and pull it up to her chest, angling himself to thrust even deeper, hitting her most sensitive spots. She came again, her body trembling as pleasure wracked her, and then, with a deep groan, he finally released himself inside her.

Before she could catch her breath, a hard body pinned her to the bed once more. Soft moans slipped from her lips as kisses rained down her throat and neckline, making her breath hitch.

Then, those kisses trailed lower, down her chest, her stomach, and finally, she felt those lips between her legs.

Her eyes snapped open, and her hands shot down to touch muscular shoulders. “Ah,” she whispered at the tickling sensation that made her writhe beneath him.

Sawyer’s eyes met hers, burning with an unspoken promise, before his mouth lowered, taking her swollen nub into his mouth.

Ellie’s hips slid back instinctively, trying to get away, but Sawyer followed, his mouth devouring her, taking in her scent and taste.

“It’s been… an entire night… ahh…” her voice broke, her throat raw from the screams earlier. “Please… Sawyer…”

Sawyer’s tongue flicked her clit faster. His hot mouth was attached to her while his tongue quickly rubbed her sensitive nub.

“Mhhhhh… ahhnnnghhhh…” Her trembling voice barely slipped out, her body already on the edge.

Within minutes, she came. His tongue slid down immediately, licking her up, and his hand slid under her hips, arching them higher. His tongue slid inside her hole, his teeth grazing her. His tongue fucked her repeatedly until she came again.

But Sawyer was still not satisfied. Her legs wrapped around his neck, tightening more.

“Ah!” she cried, her hands clenched into fists.

He ate her harder, his tongue flicking over the soft nub and sucking it. His manhood throbbed, the more he licked her, the more it grew thicker..

“Hahh… hahhhh… ahhhhhhh, Sawyer, wait. Gosh... wait…” her core throbbed, and she could barely breathe. She was already sensitive from everything he’d done to her, and now his bite had burned her more.

She came in his mouth, but his tongue still continued to devour her. Her body twisted, but his hands kept her lower body pinned as he continued.

For hours, he kept his face buried between her legs. She wanted it to end, yet she didn’t—every time he bit her, every moment she became lost in him, she gave herself to him more. She was helpless, lost in the pleasure to resist.

When he finally pulled back, lifting his face, she remained limp on the bed, breathless. Her body twitched with the aftershocks of her orgasms.

He picked her up in his arms. The first rays of sunlight poured into the room now, warming her chilled skin after the cold of the night. Her tiny body clung to his large frame, her face buried in his chest, almost fragile in comparison to his strength. It was as though a giant held her delicately in his arms. Within a few minutes, she fell asleep in his embrace.

When her eyes fluttered open again, she felt his lips still lingering on her neck, soft kisses trailing along her skin. She turned, her sleepy gaze meeting his lazy, smoldering eyes.

He leaned in, capturing her lips again, his tongue stroking against them, coaxing her breath away. A soft moan slipped from her, but just as he deepened the kiss, she bit his lip.

Sawyer pulled back slightly, amusement flickering in his gaze as he licked the faint sting away. "Feisty," he murmured, his lips curving into a slow smile.

Then, his low growl brushed against her ear, his voice deceptively gentle. "As long as Olivia doesn’t come back," he whispered, his fingertips gliding over her bare back in slow, deliberate strokes. "I’ll treat you well. Don’t worry."

Ellie’s fingers, which had been relaxed and soft just moments before, suddenly curled in discomfort. His words were a reminder of her position—a reminder that she would never be the one he truly wanted. She didn’t respond, simply keeping her eyes closed.

She had always known this was the game she was playing, but hearing it out loud like this made it hit harder than she expected.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Sawyer whispered in her ear, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. His scent filled the air as he leaned into her neck, but then, just as quickly, he pulled back. He didn’t want her to think she had him under her control all the time.

He slipped out of the bed and headed to the bathroom, leaving Ellie behind. The moment his warmth left her body, an unexpected coldness washed over her. It felt strange—this was the first time they had been intimate in bed, and now that he was gone, she felt a sense of emptiness.

For the first time, the emptiness of his absence hit her hard. It was as though a part of her had been pulled away, leaving her exposed.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. Startled, she turned her head and propped herself up, reaching for the phone. But it wasn’t hers—it was Sawyer’s phone.

A text message flashed across the screen.

‘Sawyer. I have come back home.’ - Olivia.