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"Come for me, Ivy," Vice encouraged, his thumb moving faster, his strokes growing more demanding. "Show me how much you love it."

Her body responded to his command, her pussy clenching around him, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Oh, fuck, yes," she screamed, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave. Her body bucked and writhed beneath him, her nails scratching at the bed as she gave herself over to the pleasure.

Vice watched her in the mirror, his own release building rapidly. The sight of her, lost in ecstasy, was more than he could take. He felt his cock swell, his balls tightening. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his strokes becoming erratic. "So, fucking perfect."

Ivy's eyes remained closed, her head thrown back in pleasure. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, knew he was close. The thought of him coming apart just for her was too much. "Cum for me, Vice," she begged, her voice a desperate plea.

With a roar, Vice released his control, his cock erupting deep within her. Heat filled her, his orgasm triggering another in her. She could feel his seed spurt into her, filling her up, marking her as his. Her pussy clamped down on him, her walls fluttering around his length as she rode the wave of pleasure.

Vice's grip on her hair loosened, his body going lax as he leaned over her, panting. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice filled with awe and satisfaction. "You're...amazing." He kissed her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

Ivy's body was a boneless heap of pleasure, her heart racing as the aftershocks of their shared climax pulsed through her. "So are you," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Vice pulled out of her, his cock still semi-hard, and grabbed her by the waist, turning her to face him. He looked down at her, his eyes smoldering with desire. "You may have won this battle," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "But the war is far from over."

Ivy giggled, "Is that so?" she said, her voice mocking. "Bring it on."

She knew she had planted a seed of doubt within him, a crack in the armor of his invincibility. This was just the beginning. She was ready for whatever came next.

Chapter 13:

It had been a couple days since he chased her through the castle. Ivy had been hiding from Vice all day. It was part of her plan to try and seduce him. She had put on some sexy lingerie, now that the sun had set, it was finally time to put her plan into action. She went to Vice's bedroom to wait for him.

She checked the room, making sure it was clear, her nerves were a tight ball in her chest as she snuck into his room. But she was determined to see this through. She quickly hid behind the curtains next to his bed. She tried to slow her breathing down, while her pulse pounded in her ears. She couldn’t believe she was doing this.

"Find her!" Vice roared at the servants. They scrambled away. The door flew open, and the sound of splintering wood filled the air as he kicked the door open.

Ivy’s body tensed, a flicker of doubt crept into her mind. What if this wouldn’t work and she’d just made things worse for herself. She thought. The scent of his anger lingered.

Vice's eyes searched the room, narrowed in rage. His powerful frame, taut with unbridled fury, casted a long shadow that danced menacingly across the stone floor. He was a force of nature, and the room felt smaller with his presence.

With a snarl, he brought his fist down on the solid oak table in the center of the room. It didn't stand a chance. The wood splintered and cracked, giving way to his immense strength, sending shards flying in every direction. The table's legs buckled, and it collapsed into a heap at his feet. His ragewas a living, breathing entity, pulsing through the air like a heartbeat.

"Where the fuck is she?" he roared, the sound reverberating off the stone walls. The candlelight flickered, casting eerie shadows across the floor. "When I get my hands on that girl."

He threw a chair; it hit and shattered a window that was right next to Ivy. The pane shattered, raining glass down onto the cobblestone below.

Startled she let out a gasped, her breath hitched in her throat. The soft skin of her hand brushed against her full lips as she covered her gasp. Her emerald eyes widened in fear.

Vice's head snapped toward the noise. His gaze zeroed in on the curtain that she had hoped would be her sanctuary. With a feral growl, he stalked towards it, his boots thudding rhythmically on the ground, the sound akin to a predator closing in on its prey. She was about to find out if she made a mistake.

He ripped the curtain back with such force that the curtain ripped, revealing Ivy's shapely figure. She was leaning against the cold stone wall, one leg straight and the other bent at the knee, her delicate foot resting just in front of the other. The pose was casually seductive, her hand idly playing with the tiny bow adorning the front of her black, lacy bra. Her gothic style lingerie, a stark contrast to the room's destruction, clung to her curves like a shadow.

Her long straight black hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall of ink, the candlelight playing across its glossy surface. A single strand laid across her face, hiding one of her emerald eyes that now stared directly into his.

"Vice," she said, her voice a sultry purr, "What's got you all worked up?"

For a split second, his anger seemed to dissipate, replaced by a flicker of confusion. He hadn't expected to find her here, let alone looking like she'd just stepped out of his darkest fantasy. The room's destruction momentarily forgotten, he took a step closer, his boots crunching on the debris of the shattered window.

"Where the hell have you been?" he demanded, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and curiosity. "I've been looking for you all day.”

"I’ve been around," she said, her voice a sultry whisper that wraps around him like a silk scarf. She runs a finger along the lace of her lingerie, tracing the intricate pattern with a knowing smirk. "You didn't miss me that much, did you?" Vice's eyes narrowed at her nonchalant tone, his jaw clenching tightly.

"Don't play games with me, Ivy," he warned, his voice a low growl that seems to rumble through the stones of the room. Yet despite the menace in his tone, there's a flicker in his gaze that suggests his curiosity is piqued by her seductive attire. "What are you doing, Ivy?" he asked, he wrapped his hand around her throat.

Her eyes closed slightly, as her lips parted. She could feel the heat of his palm and the throb of his pulse against her skin. But the way his thumb stroked the side of her neck was almost tender, completely opposite from the fury that was in his eyes. "Answer me," he growled, his voice dropped low. His grip slightly tightened.

"I've been waiting for you," she breathed out, as she tried to keep her voice from trembling. She placed her hands on his arm.