Undressed By His Arrogance-Chapter 284: He Chose What Was Mine

"By manipulating me? by involving a good man in this madness?"

She struggled against his hold. Ivy was hurt. Deeply. Betrayed in a way that struck at her autonomy, at her right to choose.

"He chose what was mine. He got himself involved."

"I’m not a thing! I’m not a property! I am not something that can be owned, you piece of shit!" Ivy snapped, her arm still firmly trapped behind her.

"You’re a mother now, sugar." He whispered in her ear so his voice wouldn’t drift anywhere except between them. "Watch your mouth."

"Go to hell!"

She snapped the words back at him, twisting just enough to glare over her shoulder. Her eyes were wild, bright with fury.

"Darling, this is how it is going to go and there will be no question about it. You will be a good little girl and be a good little fiancée to Eugene. I need the attention off you."

"Are you daft? The attention is never off me!" Ivy shot back. "I have been with Eugene for weeks now and in that time, my life has been threatened twice! Twice, Winn! You are not going to use him that way. You are not going to involve him in this mess!"

"Ivy...give me time, please."

"No!"

He let go of her hand then, the last physical tether between them snapping. She turned to face him fully, shoulders squared, chin lifted.

"Then you give me no choice. Everyone is going to find out about perfect, innocent Eugene. You either stay engaged with him, I don’t care how hard it is to pretend to be delusionally in love with him, you will do as I say or I will draw him out of the closet in the most horrific way possible!"

Ivy stared at her, shock flickering across her face. The threat wasn’t empty—she knew that. Winn wasn’t bluffing.

"You are a monster!" she whispered.

Her shoulders sagged just a little.

"That I am."

Winn didn’t deny it. He said it evenly. If that was the role he had to play to keep her alive, to keep his daughter safe, then so be it.

"You know what, you are right. I can do this! I can also fuck him while I am at it." Ivy said.

She lifted her chin, daring him to flinch, daring him to see just how far she was willing to go when cornered.

"That threat isn’t going to work. Your boyfriend is gay."

He snapped it back instantly.

"Oh, I don’t know. My seduction game is pretty strong. I’ve gotten very good."

She shrugged lightly. Ivy smiled because she knew exactly where to hit.

That he couldn’t argue with and he turned fiery eyes to her. "Don’t even play about that!"

Winn’s control cracked just enough to show the man underneath—the man who loved her, who wanted her untouched by anyone else, who burned at the thought of losing her in any way.

"You cannot have your cake and eat it at the same time. If you force me into dragging him into this mess, then I might as well make it worth his while. I’m not so sure, do you think he will notice the difference when I suck his cock?!"

This wasn’t who she wanted to be—but she was done being cornered, done being controlled. If he wanted war, she would give him scorched earth.

Winn grabbed her by the cheek instantly, breathing hard.

Their faces were inches apart now, breaths mingling. She had him—and she knew it.

She was infuriating, annoying, irresponsible, careless, gorgeous, sexy and she was his.

The thought roared through his head. She was supposed to be his. She should have been his totally a year and a half ago, before secrets and death had torn everything apart. His thumb brushed her cheekbone, a gesture that didn’t match the violence of his grip.

The same things he loved about her were the same things that infuriated him—the sharp mind that never backed down, the mouth that always had the last word, the way her spine straightened when she decided she was right and the world could burn for all she cared.

So to shut her the hell up, he crushed his lips to hers in a maddening kiss.

His hands came up automatically, one cupping her jaw, the other fisting in the fabric at her waist.

For a moment, he thought she would stop fighting seeing as she was kissing him back—because of course she was. Her fingers curled into his shirt, and she kissed him with the same fury she used to argue. Then, just as quickly, reality snapped back into place. She shoved at his chest with surprising force.

"Stop doing that!" she shrieked, breathless, eyes blazing.

He stumbled back half a step, more shocked than hurt. "Doing what?!"

"Distracting me." She shoved her hair out of her face, cheeks flushed. "You always do this."

"Is that what I’m doing?" He reached up, loosening his tie with a sharp tug, then shrugged out of his suit jacket and threw it on the couch. "You need a cock to suck so badly, I have one here for you."

"There is no talking to you. Absolutely none. I’ve said my bit. Leave Eugene out of this before an innocent person gets hurt!"

Ivy finished and began to walk away. But he couldn’t let her go—not like that, not with the threat hanging in the air. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him, the sudden motion stealing a small gasp from her as the back of her legs hit the couch. She fell back against it, trapped between the cushions and his body.

"Do you really want to test me?" he asked quietly, leaning in. "Are you willing to bet your boyfriend’s perfect life on it? Shouldn’t you be having this discussion with him first?"

"Don’t do this." Ivy whispered. "He hasn’t done anything to deserve this." Her eyes searched his, pleading.

"He was willing to trap you in that marriage."

"Still...You cannot be this callous. I refuse to believe that you are now this damaged."

"It turns out this is who I have to be until I am 100% sure you are safe and our baby can come back." He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I’d do anything. I’ll give my life." A soft kiss to her nose followed, intimate. "I’ll take lives....to see that happen."

Then he kissed her again, this one less punishing. This one conveying his heart, his resolve. It was slower, deeper, his hand sliding into her hair. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers. "Plus, you really should stop coming here, love. It’s risky."

"Where else am I supposed to hand you your ass?" Her brow arched, defiance resurfacing.

His lips drifted beneath her ear, kissing her skin. "Every time I touch you, I know it’s a terrible idea and yet I can’t stop. Why can’t I stop? What have you done to me, you little witch?"

She smiled despite herself, eyes fluttering closed, knowing full well the danger of staying, wanting this, wanting him—and choosing, just for a heartbeat longer, not to care.

Ivy reached up to undo his shirt buttons while he unbuckled his belt, his hardened erection needing space. She ran her fingers around his chest and reached out with her tongue to flick his tiny nipples simultaneously. He fisted his fingers in her hair, raising her face to meet his.

Like a man starved, he kissed her collarbone, taking off her shirt in the process. She had no bra on underneath. "Have you been walking around without a bra on all day?"

His mouth lingered at her skin, breath warm, as if he were waiting for her answer to decide whether to scold her or praise her. Ivy’s shirt landed somewhere behind them, forgotten.

"yes?"

Her eyes flicked to his, daring him to comment, daring him to pretend he wasn’t affected.

"Naughty girl." His mouth closed around one nipple as Ivy threw her head back, holding his head in place for him to get his fill of her. He moved from one nipple to the next, and back again. Ivy’s mouth hung open, her body itching to be touched everywhere by him, specifically by him.

Ivy’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her breath turning uneven as her thoughts scattered. Somewhere in the back of her mind, alarms rang—about timing, eyes watching, ears listening, consequences, about everything that made this a terrible idea—but her body overruled them all.

Winn unbuckled her pants and pushed them down her thighs, going on his knees so he could get them down the whole way. He planted kisses on each of her toes and lifted her legs over his shoulders, looking up at her, proud of the pleasure in her eyes even before he had gotten started.

From his vantage point, she looked powerful and undone all at once.

Pushing her underwear to the side, his tongue connected with her pussy.