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“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.
Chapter 4 A Surprise
Ellie’s heart skipped a beat. She gasped, jumping up and grabbing the phone.
“Ow!” She winced as a sharp pain shot through her back. “God, has this man never been with a woman? Who the hell lasts all night without stopping?!”
Her eyes flickered back to the phone and she remembered about the text. Her fingers trembled as she stared at the screen to make sure she wasn’t imagining it.
But there it was. The message was real. Olivia’s name was clearly written as the sender.
Olivia is back?
Ellie’s heart raced, her panic mounting as she stared at the text on Sawyer’s phone. ‘This quickly? It’s only been two and a half years! Couldn’t she stay just a little longer? Why is she back so soon?’
Her eyes darted to the shower, where Sawyer’s silhouette moved behind the frosted glass. A tear rolled down her cheek, this time it was real.
"What’s going to happen to my money now? Who’s going to pay me this much just to stay with him?"
Setting his phone back in its place, she pressed her hand to her forehead. Tension knotted her shoulders as she slid off the bed. Grabbing the sheets and wrapping them haphazardly around her chest, she paced the room. Her fingers trembled as they shot up to her mouth, nails falling victim to her nervous chewing.
"Is he going to throw me out now that Olivia’s back? That can’t be right," she muttered, laughing lightly to herself, a hollow attempt at reassurance. "No, he can’t be that heartle—" Her words faltered as her eyes caught his silhouette beyond the glass wall. She froze, nearly slapping herself.
"Stop being delusional," she scolded under her breath. "Obviously, that Narcissist Stark isn’t going to let you stay now that his lover has returned. Why would he keep a replacement when his original is back to please him?"
Her lips quivered, forming a pout as tears brimmed in her eyes, threatening to spill. The more she dwelled on it, the more hopeless it seemed. It had been such easy money these past years.