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

Chapter 18 A Rich Guy

“Motherfucker!” Sawyer’s rage surfaced so suddenly it was almost violent. His back went rigid, his breathing turned lethal, and Henry instinctively took a step back, clutching his tablet like a shield.

‘Miss Ellie, you’re going to get everyone killed—especially me.’ Henry swallowed hard. ‘Why the hell did I become a secretary? I should just go book my own funeral.’

Through gritted teeth, Sawyer forced out the name. "Jeremy Nox?"

"Yeah," Damion confirmed. Then, after a brief pause, he added, "Actually, I saw him at the hospital with Ellie while the operation was going on. He looked familiar… hold on." His voice trailed off as he thought. "Wait a minute. Isn’t he the same guy Ellie told us was her new boyfriend that night at the bar? When you proposed to Olivia?"

“I didn’t fucking propose,” Sawyer snapped. “It was just a goddamn perfume!”

Damion took that as confirmation. His brows lifted slightly before he settled into a knowing smirk.

So this bastard was finally getting affected?

After everything Ellie had done for him—after all the times he had pushed her away, scolded her, ignored her—now, watching her get taken by someone else was finally setting him on fire?

It had been painful to witness.

But now? Now, watching Sawyer lose his mind over the fear of her getting taken away by another man was almost poetic.

It wasn’t easy seeing a friend this pissed off and jealous, but considering how Sawyer had tormented Ellie for so long, Damion could barely hold back his laughter.

"Good luck, brother," he said smoothly. "Maybe next time, you can come to her rescue faster. This time, someone else took the chance and became Ellie’s hero."

Sawyer yanked the phone from his ear and hurled it across the room. It crashed against the wall and shattered.

Meanwhile, Damian finally lost it. His shoulders shook with laughter, eyes squeezed shut as he burst into laughter.

Still chuckling, he pulled out his phone and called his wife, Kara.

An hour later, the news had spread like wildfire.

All of Sawyer’s friends knew of Ellie, Sawyer and Jeremy’s love triangle. Mason, Ana, Triston, Stella, Jane, Raiden—all of them. And, of course, quickly a bet was placed.

How fast would Sawyer win Ellie back?

Billionaire men were infamous for snatching back their women at all costs.

Mason had taken a few months after losing Ana.

Raiden? Only a few weeks.

Damian? Well, he was a god among them all—he’d spent ten years crushing on Kara but married her within twenty four hours of her giving up on her crush.

Now, with Sawyer, the stakes were even higher.

After all, the man had repeatedly claimed he was waiting for Olivia and Ellie was just a temporary placeholder. But now that Olivia was back, he wasn’t making any moves on her. Instead, he was losing his mind over Ellie.

Some bet it would take a day. Some said a week.

A few doubted it would ever happen at all—especially now that Jeremy was in the picture and Ellie had seemingly moved on.

But Sawyer finding out about this bet?

That was a conversation for drinks later that night.

***

That evening, Ellie waited outside the event venue until nightfall.

Since Jeremy had gotten her this job, she didn’t want to leave without informing him first. She knew he was busy, so rather than interrupt him during work, she sat outside patiently, waiting for his call.

When the show finally ended, Jeremy phoned her, and they met up. As he drove her home, she told him everything—about Olivia, about her mother, about the situation that had spiraled out of control.

Jeremy’s hands tightened on the wheel, his expression darkening. "Do you want me to go over there and knock some sense into her?" he asked, already looking like he was ready to turn the car around.

Ellie shook her head. Jeremy was just a small model—picking a fight with Olivia could land him in trouble, and she didn’t want that. "It’s not worth it," she said gently.

He exhaled sharply, gripping the wheel a little tighter before finally nodding. "Fine. But if she messes with you again, I’m not letting it slide."

By the time they reached Stark House, Jeremy parked the car and walked her to the door. As Ellie turned to him, the porch light cast a soft glow over her face.

"You should know that I’m really grateful for your help," Ellie said with a smile. "I wouldn’t have been able to keep my head straight if you weren’t there. You’re a great friend, Jeremy. I really appreciate you."

Jeremy gritted his teeth. "I’m still pissed off about Olivia ruining things for you. I didn’t realize she was that manipulative when I first saw her at the bar, but I had my suspicions just from the way she looked. If she can make things bad for you, then I can do the same to her. She needs to learn—it’s a fucking tit-for-tat world."

Ellie burst out laughing. "Jeremy, you’re just a model! She owns the Whitlock family business. What can people like us do to someone like her?" She shook her head and rubbed his arm reassuringly. "Don’t worry about it."

Jeremy smirked. "You think I’m just a small-time model?"

"Obviously," Ellie rolled her eyes. "So what else are you?" She giggled. "I mean, your name is Jeremy Nox, I know, but that doesn’t make you the son of the Nox family, does it? We all can dream, but what else is there to do except watch everything in silence?"

Jeremy turned fully to her, his grin widening. "I am the Nox family’s son. My brother is Jacob Nox. He runs our family business. He’s friends with Mason Nightingale and all the other big shots in Manhattan. So trust me, Ellie Madden," he smirked, "if I wanted to, I could ruin Olivia for you while looking her dead in the eyes and taunting her right in her face."

Ellie’s eyes widened. "You’re kidding. No way!"

Jeremy shrugged. "How about now? Want to get hitched to a rich guy? These lips are still available for a kiss." He winked.

"Ugh! Stop it!" Ellie burst into laughter, shoving him back.

Just then, a cold, almost icy voice came from behind her.

"You finally remembered you have a goddamn home to come back to, Ellie?"

Ellie’s laughter stopped instantly. Her body tensed as she turned, her heart pounding.

Sawyer was behind her, his fists clenched at his sides, his long strides eating up the distance between them. His glare was dark, intense—terrifying.

Before she could react, he grabbed her arm and yanked her close, his furious gaze locking onto hers. "Did you think I wouldn’t find out?" His voice was low and lethal. "Ellie, you let this bastard pay a fucking bill for you? You spent the entire night with him and then went to work with him?" His teeth clenched as his glare intensified. "What the fuck do you take me for?"

Ellie ripped her arm free, her eyes blazing. "Tell me, then—who are you to me? What right do you have to tell me where I can go, what I can do, and what I can’t?" Her voice sharpened. "As far as I remember, you have no right, Mr. Stark. You already have a girlfriend."

Sawyer’s eyes turned ice-cold. "Ellie Madden, don’t you fucking forget that you agreed to stay with me until the three years are up."

"And I am staying," Ellie shot back. "I’m fulfilling the agreement. I’m staying with you until my time is up, and then I’ll leave. But that doesn’t mean we have a relationship, does it? Because as I also remember, you already have a girlfriend—Olivia Whitlock! You are not my man anymore!"

Sawyer’s jaw tightened, his expression darkening. His breaths grew heavy, and the way his entire body tensed made it clear he was on the verge of losing control.

"So who’s your fucking man, then?" His voice was pure venom. "This bastard?"

Ellie forced a smile and turned, snatching Jeremy’s arm and holding onto it tightly. "Yes, he is," she said, staring Sawyer dead in the eye. "Jeremy Nox is my boyfriend. Say hello," she said mockingly.

Jeremy smirked, completely unfazed, and placed his hand over Ellie’s, rubbing his fingers against her skin in an infuriatingly slow motion—just to piss Sawyer off even more.

The way Sawyer’s eyes darkened, Ellie almost let go of Jeremy’s arm out of instinct. But she was tired of Sawyer’s double standards. She was done with his demands and expectations.

Just because his girlfriend was around, he had taken away a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity from her. Then that same girlfriend had made sure she lost a job she desperately needed. Even if she told him about it, he wouldn’t do a damn thing.

And on top of that, he had taken away all her access to money, leaving her with nothing.

So what did it even matter anymore?

She wanted to piss off Sawyer Narcissist Stark just as much as he had pissed her off in these past few weeks. And if this was working, she was more than willing to ruin his entire evening—or even his entire week!

Sawyer suddenly grabbed her arm, yanking her off Jeremy and pulling her against his chest. She collided with him hard, and before she could push him away, he leaned in dangerously close. His voice was low, a growl of pure rage.

"Ellie Madden, do you want to get killed tonight?"

Then, just as abruptly, he shoved her away.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his wallet, his expression twisted in fury.

"This is what you’re with him for, right?" His voice was razor-sharp. "How much did he give you? You need money? Here it is." He yanked out a handful of black cards and shoved them into her hands. "Take them. Every single one is loaded with more money than you could ever spend in a fucking lifetime."

Ellie stared at the cards, her blood boiling. Then, she ripped her hands back, letting the cards slip from her fingers, watching them scatter to the ground at his feet.

"I don’t need it anymore! You can keep your money. When I needed it the most—Jeremy was there to help me."

Sawyer’s entire face darkened. His fury hit its breaking point.

"If you needed money, why the fuck didn’t you call me?" he barked. "You didn’t even think of giving me a fucking call when you needed help?"

"Oh, like you’d just hand it over without any tricks?" Ellie scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. "Sawyer Stark, I know you too well. I’ve spent three years with you. I’ve done everything for you. You treat me like a butler—no, like a dog you trained to be at your beck and call."

"That’s fucking it!" Sawyer roared.

Before Ellie could react, he marched over, threw her over his shoulder, and turned to head inside the house.

"Hey! Let go of her!" Jeremy barked, grabbing Sawyer’s arm.

Sawyer barely glanced at him before growling to the security, "Get him the fuck off my property. I don’t want even his damn shadow lurking around here."

Ellie struggled, kicking and shoving against Sawyer’s back, but he didn’t loosen his grip. He carried her straight into the house, up the stairs, and into the bedroom before tossing her onto the bed. He hovered over her, his chest heaving with rage.

"Ellie, are you out of your fucking mind?" His voice was dangerously low. "Do you really think I’ve ever treated you badly?"

He ripped his shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Then, without warning, he climbed over her, grabbing both of her wrists in one hand and pinning them above her head. His other hand seized her jaw, forcing her to meet his glare.

"Do you really like that bastard?" His voice was pure venom, his patience snapped, his rage a living, breathing thing. The room felt suffocating under the shadow of his fury. "Do you love him? You love it when he fucking touches you? Like this? Like I touch you?"

His lips hovered just above hers, his breath hot, his eyes ablaze.

Ellie’s heart pounded, but she refused to let it show.

Instead, she met his glare head-on and whispered defiantly, "Yes. I love it. I love when we play in bed. In fact, I even think he’s so much better than you that I wa—"

Before she could finish, his mouth crashed onto hers, silencing her words. His grip tightened, his body pressing against hers, swallowing her protests.

Sawyer got off the bed, dragging Ellie along with him before pushing her against the back of the couch. His grip was firm, his body radiating dominance as he towered over her. With a swift motion, he pushed up her dress, exposing her bare skin to the cool air, and dragged her panties down, letting them pool at her feet.

“Stay still,” he commanded, his voice low, rough with restraint.

Ellie shivered, her breath uneven. “Sawyer, stop it!” she snapped, attempting to break free. But his strong arm was already pinning her upper body down against the couch while his other hand lifted one of her legs, forcing her knee onto the cushion. The position left her completely open to him, vulnerable under his piercing gaze.

“You deserve punishment for the filthy things you say to me, Ellie,” Sawyer growled, his breath hot against her ear.

A shiver ran through her spine, her core clenching involuntarily at his words. She heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled, the leather sliding free from his pants in one swift motion. He wrapped it around his hand, folding it over. Then—whack—the first strike landed on her bare ass.

A sharp gasp slipped past her lips as the sting bloomed across her skin.

“Sawyer—” she choked out, her fingers gripping the couch.

Another smack echoed in the air before she could even take a full breath.

Her body jerked, the pain sharp, yet something deep inside her responded in a way that made her toes curl. His large palm traced over the heated skin, stroking her tender flesh as if to soothe her, only to make her anticipate the next blow even more.

Then, without warning, he brought the belt down again—smack—the impact harder this time, making her cry out.

Her nails dug into the couch. “Ow… oh… oh… it hurts,” she whimpered, yet her hips arched into the sensation, betraying her.

Light, stinging slaps mixed with deep, heavy thuds filled the room. The heavier ones, striking that sweet spot between her ass and thighs, made her squeal and drip even more. Every now and then, he would pause, his touch turning soft, tracing her heated skin with tender strokes—only to rain down another ruthless set of smacks.

"Ahh... ahhhh..."

The contrast of pain and pleasure sent her moans spilling from her lips, especially when his fingers slid between her legs, brushing against the wetness pooling there. As soon as his fingers reached her clit, Ellie bucked and squirmed, her body reacting to his knowing touch.

Her knee rested on the back of the couch, leaving her fully open to him. She heard his sharp intake of breath when his fingers lightly grazed her dripping core. The realization hit her—he was just as affected as she was. Her thighs were damp with her arousal, and she could feel his hard, throbbing length pressing against her leg.

Sawyer’s eyes darkened, locked on his fingers as they explored her wet opening, his nails lightly scraping her delicate skin, teasing, tormenting. He licked his dry lips, his hunger visible.

"I just want to keep licking you, Ellie," he rasped, his voice rough, barely audible. His fingers played with her, tracing slow, tormenting circles around her clit.

He knew exactly where she was most sensitive—where she was most ticklish—and he exploited those spots mercilessly, making her whimper and tremble.

"D-don’t do that," she pleaded breathlessly, terrified of losing control under his skilled fingers. "Ahhh…!"

He smirked at her weak protests and withdrew his fingers. But as soon as he did, her body instinctively chased after his touch.

"Now you’re begging for more," he murmured, amusement lacing his tone. Instead of returning to her drenched core, his fingers slid inside her snug channel.

A deep groan tore from her lips as his fingers thrust in and out with slow, exquisite precision. Her whimpers turned into desperate moans, her body tensing with need. Unable to take the torture, she instinctively pressed her clit against the couch, seeking relief.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Stay where you are!" His sharp reprimand sent a shiver down her spine.

His irritation was clear—she wasn’t allowed to take pleasure from anything but him. His palm came down again, harder, faster, until tears spilled down her cheeks.

"I will control how to pleasure you," he said coldly, his voice firm, possessive. "You need to learn who owns you, Ellie."

His hand wrapped around her, pinning her in place. He leaned down, biting her earlobe lightly before murmuring against her ear,

"My cock is so fucking hard right now. I just want to ram you against every hard surface in this room and fuck you senseless."

Ellie shivered, the throbbing pain and unbearable pleasure mixing into one overwhelming sensation. Her mind spun, and through the throbbing ache, all she could think was—what was he going to do to her next? Was he going to fuck her? Was he going to take her mouth, or finger her?

But he didn’t give her time to dwell on it.

His hand slid back between her legs, teasing, stroking, flicking her clit with maddening slowness.

"This little thing is doing such a good job," he muttered, watching the wetness drip from her, pooling against the couch. "Should I bite it? Your clit? Make it red, make it even more swollen? Or should I rub it until you spill more than your cum out of here?"

Ellie whimpered, panting, moaning uncontrollably. Her ass burned from the belt, while Sawyer’s skilled fingers sent wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her.

"Do you need to cum?" he growled, his grim voice making her tremble.

Ellie could barely manage a breath, her chest tight from both the pleasure and the overwhelming ache between her legs. “Yes,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need.

“Ask for it nicely.”