Page 94 of Reckless Billionaire's Ruthless Claim

"Ah… ahhh!" She cried out when he drove even deeper, harder, hungrier.

Sawyer gritted his teeth, his face twisted in agonized pleasure. "You take me so fucking well," he growled, watching how her body sucked him in, how her wetness coated him.

His thrusts became faster, rougher. He slammed into her harder, forcing her body to melt under him.

A deep groan ripped from his throat as he leaned over her, his lips grazing her ear. "I’m going to fuck you senseless."

She shuddered, gasping, moaning. Her body was burning, tightening, her orgasm coiling in her belly, ready to snap.

Sawyer dragged his teeth along her shoulder before biting down, a growl reverberating through his chest.

Ellie’s body convulsed, shattered, broke apart. Her orgasm crashed through her in waves, her vision going white as she let out a strangled, broken cry.

Sawyer groaned into her skin, his hands gripping her tighter as he thrust deep, burying himself inside her, claiming every inch of her body.

"Fuck, Ellie!"

And then he followed her into the abyss.

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Sawyer’s eyes cracked open with a heavy sigh. He had dozed off in the chair while working, keeping watch over Ellie as she slept through the day. Since the hospital had discharged her earlier, he had stayed home, unwilling to leave her side. But at some point, exhaustion caught up to him, and he had fallen asleep without realizing it.

Now, the clock read six in the evening.

Now, as he woke, the first thing he did was glance at the bed—but it was empty.

Frowning, he sat up and scanned the room. "Ellie?" he called out, but there was no response. He checked the bathroom. Still no sign of her.

A knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," he said.

Ada entered, setting a tray of evening tea on the table.

"Ada, where is Ellie?" His voice came out rough with irritation.

"Ms. Ellie?" Ada blinked. "She went out, Mr. Stark. I thought you knew? She left just a little while ago."

Sawyer's drowsiness vanished in an instant. His sharp gaze snapped to Ada.

"She what?" His jaw clenched. In one swift motion, he grabbed his coat, his frustration boiling over.

"This woman is going to drive me to my grave," he muttered, marching out to get to his car. "There are people out there trying to kill her. Olivia is after her goddamn life out of jealousy, and she almost fucking died. And yet—she went out?" His voice darkened. "Why the hell doesn't she ever listen to me?"

Agitated, he threw his things into the car and pulled out his phone. Since the accident, he had secretly installed a location tracker on Ellie's phone—just in case of emergencies. He checked it now, his irritation spiking when he saw where she was.

His eyes darkened.

Her location blinked on the screen.

She was near Olivia’s house.

“For fuck’s sake.” His hand shot up, fingers digging through his hair in frustration. “What the hell is she doing there?”

Without wasting another second, he jumped into the car, flooring the gas as he sped toward Olivia’s home.

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