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The servants they encountered along the way could only stare in shock and disbelief as their master, the ruthless and wisely feared Vice, chased after a girl with a wild look in his eyes. They had never seen him like this before; they exchanged nervous glances.

She didn't know these halls as well as he did, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve to lose him in the labyrinth of corridors. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she slipped into another hidden passage she discovered weeks earlier that was a short cut to her room. It was tight, barely big enoughfor her to squeeze through, but she managed, feeling the rough stones scrape against her skin as she went.

Her room was her sanctuary, the only other place besides the library that she could feel any sort of peace. The thought of retreating to it now filled her with a strange mix of comfort. She paused for a moment, her hand hovering over the doorknob, listening for any sign of pursuit.

There were no footsteps, no heavy breathing. The silence was eerie, as if the castle itself was holding its breath. She turned the knob and slipped inside, her heart racing. The door clicked shut behind her, and she leaned against it, her chest heaving. The room was exactly as she had left it—the bed neatly made, the fireplace cold, the candles unlit. It was a stark contrast to the chaotic maelstrom of emotions that swirled inside her.

Suddenly, she heard the faint sound of stone scraping against stone. Ivy's eyes darted to the bookshelf on the far side of the room. With a silent gasp, she watched as the books parted to reveal a hidden passageway. And there, framed by the shadows, stood Vice. He stepped into the room, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"I must say, I underestimated you." His voice it was a smooth caress; a predatory smile played on his lips.

Vice stepped closer, his grin was wicked as he closed the distance between them. The moonlight that came through the windows casted an eerie shadow across his masked face, which made him look like a creature of the night. Ivy felt a shiver of arousal, her eyes never leaving his. The game had become too addictive for not just him but her as well.

“Cornered, little mouse, I win." he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent a delicious shiver down her spine. She saw the power coiled tightly in his muscles as he stepped mere inches from her and the lust in his eyes.

Her eyes were pools of darkness that seem to swirl with a mysterious allure, hinting at the depth of the game she's been playing. The wind picked up, carrying the scent of her, a tantalizing mix of fear and desire that sends a thrill through him.

Her hand reaches out to cup his cheek, her touch feather-light, and yet it feels like a brand searing into his skin. "You're strong, Vice," she said, her voice a sweet, dangerous melody that wrapped around his mind, "clever, and powerful. But you forgot one thing."

Vice's eyes narrow, his confusion a palpable force that seems to thicken the air around them. "And what's that?" he asks, his voice a gruff growl that belies the tumult of his thoughts. He was lost in the storm of his desire for her; the thrill of the chase blurred his senses.

But Ivy was in control. She leaned in, her lips brushed against his as she whispered, "The hunted can also be the hunter." She leaned in and kissed him. It was a soft, tentative kiss, but it was enough to ignite a raging fire within him. He forgets that she’s his prisoner, the game and the deal. He pulled her closer; his lips now hungry and demanding. It's clear that the game is only just beginning.

But as his hands moved over her, as his kisses grew more urgent, she couldn't help but feel a spark of something within her, something that whispered of pleasure and need. Itwas a dangerous game she played, one that could so easily consume her if she weren't careful.

Vice's touch grew bolder, his kisses more demanding. He pulled her skirt down, exposing her lace panties to him. Ivy's breath hitched, but she didn't protest, instead letting her hands run over his chest, feeling the muscles tense under her fingers.

"Beg like a good girl.” he demanded, his fingers tracing the edge of her lacy panties. "Or I’ll leave you aching all night, dripping and untouched, thinking about what I could’ve done to you. Tell me how much you need it."

Ivy's eyes narrowed, her body responding despite her mind's resistance. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear, whispering the words that would both taunt and satisfy him. "You want to hear me beg? Fine but I want to do it—with you're cock down my throat and tears in my eyes." she said, her voice thick with desire. "Then I want to feel you so deep inside of me I can’t think. Please Vice make me forget what breathing felt like without you inside me."

Vice's eyes darkened at her words, his grip tightening on her hips. He let out a low growl, his lips grazed her neck as he murmured, "You're going to get exactly what you want, my filthy little mouse." Vice pushed her onto the bed, sliding his other hand into her panties, finding her slick and ready. His thumb circled her clit with an expert precision that made her legs tremble.

"Look at you," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "So wet, so eager for me. You have no idea what that does to me.” He pushed a finger inside her, her heat enveloping him as he stroked her gently. Ivy couldn't hold back a moan; her bodyarched into his touch. "You can't deny it, Ivy. You're as depraved as I am." He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her submission. As he slid another finger in her. She tensed, letting out a sound that was part gasp and part moan against his mouth.

Vice's hand moved faster, his thumb continuing to work her clit, building up the pressure. Ivy's eyes rolled back in her head, her nails digging into his shoulders as she climbed closer to the edge. He felt her body tighten around his fingers, her breathing growing erratic.

"Oh fuck, Vice," she moaned, her head falling back to expose her neck to him. The vulnerability in her voice fueled his need for her, and he took the opportunity to kiss her down her jaw, his teeth scraping against her skin. She tasted of sweet submission, and he was eager to claim every inch of her.

He removed his hand from her panties to unbuckle his pants his erection straining against the fabric. He pulled out his cock, thick and heavy, and watched her eyes widen. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at it. "You want this cock, don't you?"

Ivy's cheeks flushed with desire as she nodded. "Yes," she breathed. "I need you inside me."

With a wicked smile, Vice thrust his fingers back into her tight pussy, curling them. She couldn't control the loud moan that escaped her. He ripped her shirt off with his other hand, exposing her breasts. His thumb expertly rubbing her clit in a rhythm that had her hips bucking up to meet his hand. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a dark caress in the tense silence of the room. He watched the pleasure play across herface, the way her eyes rolled back, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. The power he had over her was intoxicating, and he reveled in it.

"Please Vice, don't stop, Ivy's hands fisted the sheets. "Cum for me, Ivy," he growled. His words combined with his growl sent her over the edge. He felt her pussy clench around his fingers, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. He smirked, knowing he had only just begun to play with her. He removed his fingers, her wetness glistening on his fingers, and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean.

"You taste delicious," he said, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. She was sliding off the bed, still trying to recover from the intense waves of pleasure that had just crashed through her. He stepped closer, his erection jutting out, the head of his cock brushing against her cheek.

Without a moment's hesitation, she reached up, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock. The heat of it, the velvety softness of the skin stretched taut over his hardness, made her stomach clench with a new wave of need. She brought the tip to her lips, teasing it with the soft wetness of her tongue, tracing the veins that stood out against the shaft. His breath hitched, and she felt a thrill of power at his reaction, at the way his eyes locked onto hers as she took control of this moment, of this game they played.

Vice's hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements, but she set the pace, her mouth closing around him, taking him in inch by inch. He was so thick, so long, that it was a challenge she met with a fierce determination to make him as lost in pleasure as she had been moments ago. Her teeth scrapedgently against him, eliciting a hiss from his clenched jaw, his hips jerking slightly.

Her tongue danced around the tip, swirling and flicking, tasting his pre-cum. The musky scent of him filled her nose, a heady aphrodisiac that had her pussy aching for more. She felt his thighs tense as she took him deeper, her eyes never leaving his, the challenge clear in her gaze.

Vice groaned, his hand fisting in her hair, tugging slightly. "Fuck, you're so good at sucking my cock, Ivy," he said through gritted teeth. His voice was strained, a mix of pleasure and control. "Such a greedy little mouth."

He pulled out of her mouth, the head of his cock glistening with her saliva. "Look at what you do to me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He was so close to the edge, but he wanted to drag this out, to make her crave him even more. "You make me want to do such filthy, depraved things to you."