Undressed By His Arrogance-Chapter 285: As You Wish

Every nerve ending screamed at the contact, every thought dissolving into a singular focus: him. Her fingers curled into the cushions beneath her as she fought for control while letting go entirely.

Ivy gave a moanful sigh, holding his gaze as he worshipped her with his tongue. One man could destroy her, one man could pleasure her. One man knew how to undo her and he was on his knees in front of her, making her feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

She could see the intensity in his eyes, and it nearly sent her over the edge. There was a contradiction she loved: he bent beneath her, literally on his knees, yet he made her feel sovereign. The shift of power was intoxicating.

She held his head, pushing him deeper into her, letting him work for her pleasure. Her body shivered and she almost slipped off the back of the couch. Instinctively, Winn held her waist firm on it, unrelenting in his pursuit of her undoing.

Her nails raked lightly over his shoulders. There was an unspoken conversation in their touches—questions asked in gasps, answers delivered in shivers, confessions whispered against skin.

Her moans became cries and gasps, whimpering and whispering his name. "Winn...Winn...I’m cumming...God...fuck!"

He caught each sound, each shudder, memorized the way her body arched and twisted beneath him. Pride flared in him—the awareness that he could make her lose herself and still have the power to keep her grounded.

She shivered violently, her thighs spasming. Winn took his time until she stopped shaking. He got to his feet then, unbuckled his pants and positioned his cock in between her legs, teasing her, taunting her, wanting her to want him even when satisfied.

He hovered there, a predator with a grin, letting the anticipation stretch. Ivy’s chest rose and fell, hair falling across her face in tousled waves.

Ivy kissed him sloppily. Her breath still caught somewhere in her throat. "Fuck me." she ordered.

Her hands slid over his shoulders, fingers trembling as if her body was still catching up to what had just happened.

Winn cocked his head sideways, disapproving of that tone. "Try again, Sugar."

The look he gave her was unmistakable—amused, dominant, maddeningly patient. One brow lifted as if he were correcting a misbehaving queen rather than a woman still shaking in his arms. He didn’t move closer, didn’t give her what she wanted right away, and the pause itself was a lesson.

"Please....please...fuck me."

The shift in her tone was delicious—command melting into plea, pride bowing just enough to make it honest. There was no shame in it, not between them. Only truth.

"As you wish, your majesty." He held his cock in his hand, moving her underwear and coating her entrance with her juices before entering into her. That first time feeling whenever he felt her clamp around him was heavenly. He would give anything to feel this for the rest of his life. "Babe..." he sighed.

Ivy clung to him, throwing her arms around his shoulder as he pistoned in and out of her.

Her fingers dug into muscle, her cheek pressed against his neck, breath hot against his skin. There was no elegance left in her movements, only instinct—pulling him closer, refusing distance, demanding connection. The couch creaked beneath them, protesting the intensity.

His muscles flexed as he hung on to her. "God, I love you. I fucking love you."

His grip tightened, arms locking her to him.

Well, Ivy would have responded but his pace couldn’t let her form words. Even the couch was shifting with the force.

Her thoughts scattered completely, syllables dissolving before they could reach her mouth. She gasped instead, nails scraping, body arching as if answering him in the only language left to her.

"I’m gonna marry you. And I’m going to make you queen of the world." Winn continued.

The passion bubbled inside both of them, Winn’s grunts got louder and louder, his movements getting harder as he finally spilled inside her. Sweat glistening his body.

Winn stayed there for a beat longer than necessary, forehead resting against hers, breath ragged, his chest rising and falling as the last tremors worked their way through him.

Then Ivy started to chuckle.

It began softly, a small, surprised sound. Her shoulders shook, hair falling into her face as she tried—and failed—to contain it. She pressed her lips together, but it was no use; the laughter bubbled up anyway.

"Uh...excuse me. is that a derisive chuckle or a God, the guy’s good chuckle?" Winn asked and she laughed harder.

He leaned back just enough to look at her properly, one brow raised, mock-offended and genuinely curious all at once. There was a hint of self-consciousness there too, buried beneath the humor—because for all his confidence, he still cared deeply about what she thought.

"No...no...its just funny how all the best sex we ever had is after a fight."

Ivy shook her head, amused and exasperated with them both. There was history in that statement—arguments that turned into confessions, anger that burned down into intimacy, love expressed most clearly when everything else fell apart.

"It’s the best sex there is." He helped her to her feet. "Wanna shower before you leave?"

Ivy nodded, picking up her clothes. "Winn...Eugene, you have to leave him out of this."

She gathered her things slowly now. This was the part that scared her—the aftermath, the consequences, the people who could get hurt when emotions and plans collided.

"This is what he wants. He needs time to tell his parents. I need time to trap Tom. You just have to keep up the original story. I already slipped in to Tom tonight about you marrying someone else. He is going to check. I needed him to know that you are entirely out of the picture."

"No one else is going to get hurt?" Ivy asked.

Her eyes searched his face for truth.

"He won’t get hurt, Ivy. Neither will you. I promise." He said quietly.

(@MissyDionne, Its late. I know, I’m sorry. Had a gaming marathon with my son and we slept very late. Will upload for 400 power stones in a bit.)