Page 8 of Reckless Billionaire's Ruthless Claim

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.

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