Page 55 of Reckless Billionaire's Ruthless Claim

Ellie exhaled, clearly frustrated. "Jeremy, I’ll explain later. For now—"

"Yes, she is!" Sawyer cut in. He pulled Ellie against his side, his arm curling around her shoulder in a clear act of possession. "So back the fuck off. If you show up anywhere near her again, I’ll make sure you don’t get a damn job in this entire country."

Jeremy scoffed, undeterred. "Do you think I give a damn?" He reached out toward Ellie, his expression shifting into concern. "Come here. I’ll take care of everything."

Chapter 15 The Whitlock Residence

Sawyer turned to Ellie at once, his eyes darkening. "Are you and this bastard really together? In a fucking relationship?" he growled.

Ellie saw the look on his face—the sharp edge of his fury, the unspoken threat beneath his words. If she provoked him now, it would only make things worse for Jeremy. So she swallowed her pride and shook her head. "No, we aren’t."

Sawyer shot a smug glance at Jeremy before grabbing Ellie’s wrist and yanking her out of the room. He stormed down the hall, up the elevator, pulling her into his office without a word. Once the door slammed shut behind them, he turned to her, eyes burning with rage.

"If I see you within a damn inch of that asshole again, I’ll make sure he never sees the sun in this country ever again, Ellie Madden!" Sawyer’s voice was a low, menacing growl. "You’re so damn brave, huh? Bringing your fucking side piece into my company? Seducing him right in front of me?"

Ellie’s frustration had already been at its limit after the morning’s incident with Olivia. And now this? She spun around to face him, her voice biting with suppressed rage.

"I don’t get it!" she shot back. "Why the hell are you acting like you care who I’m with, Mr. Stark?" she breathed, her eyes flashing with anger, "You clearly love Olivia. You love her so much you can’t even tolerate the thought that I might be bothered by her presence in a room, so you threw me out of a job without a second thought. You have your real love now. Why the hell are you still bothering with my life? Be with your lover and let me be with mine."

Before Ellie could take another breath, Sawyer moved with a force that stole her air. One hand twisted her wrist behind her back, locking her in place, while the other gripped the back of her head, pulling her forward, his body pressing into hers. His lips slammed into hers—urgent, possessive, and full of a hunger.

She fought against him, trying to push him away, but his hold was unrelenting, his kiss deep and consuming. His tongue tangled with hers, coaxing her to respond, to give in, even as every part of her screamed to break free. The heat between them rose like wildfire, the pressure building as the kiss became more frantic, more desperate.

It wasn’t until Ellie, overwhelmed by the intensity, bit his lip—hard—that he pulled back with a sharp wince, his mouth tinged with the taste of blood.

But even then, breathing heavily, he refused to let her go. His grip on her wrist and head stayed firm as he growled, "I am your boyfriend!" he growled, his hands gripping her tighter, pulling her even closer. “I told you, didn’t I? We have a fucking deal. You are not allowed to have any other man besides me, Ellie. You belong to me! Only me. No one else!"

Ellie’s eyes burned with fury. "I won’t," she snapped. "Why should I? You have multiple women outside. Did you ever see me stop you? You always said I’m Olivia’s replacement, so I shouldn’t bother taking this relationship seriously and bother you. So, here it is! I’m not bothering."

Sawyer’s face twisted with frustration, and without warning, he pulled out a card, shoving it in her face. "I’ll pay you a hundred thousand dollars. You won’t be with any other man as long as you’re mine. You won’t even look at another man. Not him. Not anyone."

Ellie didn’t even hesitate. She slapped the card aside, letting it fall to the ground. Her fury boiled over.

"I don’t want it!" she spat, "I'm going to do whatever I want, and you can’t control me like your pet, Sawyer Stark!"

Sawyer’s eyes turned to stone as he grabbed her face, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her close. She fought against him, struggling to break free, but he held her tightly, caging her in. His voice was a razor-sharp snarl.

"Ellie Madden, do you want me to lock you up in a room? Is that bastard so important to you that you’re actually fighting me over him? You never even raised your voice at me before, and now you’re standing here arguing with me because of that bastard?"

Ellie clenched her jaw and turned away, refusing to look at him.

"Look at me," Sawyer demanded, his hand gripping her chin roughly and forcing her to face him. "You better stay the fuck away from him. Do you think all these models are innocent and kind? They’re manipulative, Ellie. They take advantage of people, and that fucking bastard of yours is no different. So before I lose my goddamn mind, you’re going to stay the fuck away from him."

Ellie let out a humorless laugh. "You can keep talking, and I can keep pretending to listen while I slowly get bored," she said, rolling her eyes. "He’s nice to me, and that’s all that matters. What I do outside of our arrangement is none of your business because we aren’t real. This is all fake."

Sawyer’s fury flared with every word she spoke, but before she could finish, his mouth crashed onto hers again—this time with a savage intensity. His kiss was forceful, dominating, leaving no room for resistance. Tongue licking her lips, sliding in her mouth and fighting to suck on hers. Ellie struggled beneath him, her hands pushing against his chest, but his grip only tightened, holding her firmly in place.

His lips were demanding, bruising, as he sought to claim her completely. When Ellie, desperate and angry, bit his lip once more, he retaliated instantly. With a growl, he bit down on hers—hard—drawing blood, the sharp sting mixing with the feverish heat between them. She gasped, the metallic taste of blood mingling with the raw intensity of the kiss.

"Asshole!" she hissed, wincing as she shoved him off with all her strength, finally breaking free.

Sawyer wiped the blood from his lips, his eyes dark and dangerous. "What the fuck is going on with you?" His voice was sharp, laced with uncontained fury. "Are you really this desperate to find yourself a man before our agreement even ends? You can’t even wait a few goddamn weeks? Are you already looking for the next man to crawl into your bed?"

"Yes! Obviously!" Ellie snapped, her voice filled with anger. "What do you think? Of course, I’m finding a man for myself. You already have Olivia, don’t you? So what’s wrong with me getting someone to date for myself? What’s the difference? You can date your girl, and I’ll date my man."

"Ellie Madden—" he growled, his fury reaching its peak.

But before he could say another word, the office door swung open.

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