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"Why?" he barked, his grip on her neck tightening just enough to make her gasp. His eyes searched hers for a clue, a hint of what she was up to. "What do you want?"

"You," she said, her eyes locked onto his, a seductive smile playing on her lips. "What do you want?"

Vice's eyes rake over her body, the anger slowly morphing into something darker, more primal. "I want answers," he growled, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

Ivy's smile widened as she reached behind her back and slowly unhooked her bra. "Is that all?" she teased, her eyes gleamed with challenge. “Then I guess I won’t need this.”

Vice's eyes followed her movements hungrily as the fabric started to fall away, revealing her bare skin. He tries to keep his anger in check, but the sight of her is too tempting.

"Why are you really here?" he asked, his voice gruff. But his eyes are devouring her, leaving no doubt as to what he really wants.

"I told you," Ivy murmured, letting the lingerie fall to the floor.

Her words hang in the air, a silent challenge that seems to resonate through the very walls of the castle. The tension in the room spiked, thick and palpable. She is enjoying the heat coming off of him, a stark contrast to the cool air in the room.His eyes are dark with lust, and she knows she has to keep him there.

Vice let’s go of her throat and watches as she slowly saunters towards the bed, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on her naked body. She knows exactly how to move to get his attention, and she's not afraid to use it. As she reaches the edge of the bed, with a flick of her wrist, the last piece of her lingerie—her panties—drop to the floor.

Her body is the most tantalizing sight he’s ever seen and it's all for him. She bends over the bed, her long hair cascading down her back, and his eyes are drawn to the glistening wetness between her legs. He can't help but lick his lips at the sight. He's surprised by his own response, but he's not about to admit it.

Quickly his face twists into anger once more. "You think you can just waltz in here and seduce me?" he snarls, his voice thick with lust he's trying to suppress.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She looks back over her shoulder as she brings her fingers up to her mouth biting her fingertips teasingly.

Vice's gaze follows the path of her hand, his own desire growing stronger. He's torn between his pride and his desperate need for her. "You think you can just play with me like this?" he said, his voice strained.

"If you don't want me, I'll leave," she said, her voice as cool and smooth as the moonlit night outside. She starts to get off the bed. Trying to hide the disappointment she felt.

Vice's eyes flash with something akin to panic. "I didn't say that" he said quickly, his voice a rough whisper. He reaches out, his hand grabbing her throat. He's rougher than she expected him to be, but she doesn't pull away.

"Then what do you want?" she asked, her voice still playful. She ran her hand slowly up his abs, her breasts pressing against his chest.

His grip on her throat unyielding, his breath hot and ragged. "To know,” he paused for a moment. “Are you scared of me?” His question had thrown her off guard, but she didn't let it show.

"Terrified," Ivy murmured, her voice was seductive, that sent need surging threw him. Her eyes never left his, a hint of fear played across her features, yet her resolve remained unshaken. She felt his pulse quicken, his power a palpable force that surrounded them both.

Vice's thumb stroked the tender skin where his mark was, as his other hand moved to gently push a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His touch is surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to his earlier ferocity. He brought his face to hers. His lips brushed against hers. "Then why do you challenge me?" he whispered, the heat of his breath mingling with hers. As his hands roamed over her body.

Ivy's heart skipped a beat, but she held his gaze, her own eyes smoldered. She reached up and caressed his jaw lightly. "Because you need to be reminded that you're not invincible," she replied, her voice serious with a hint of seduction. She can feel his arousal pressing against her stomach, and she knew she's getting to him.

"And what makes you think you can do that?" he dug his nails into the soft flesh of her back, slowly dragging them downwards. Causing Ivy to arch into him. A small gasped leaving her lips. A shiver going up her spine.

Ivy's smile turns into a grin. "Because I know what you really want," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. "What you crave." She trailed her fingertips down his chest, feeling his heart thunder beneath her touch. "What you've been denied."

Vice's grip tightened around her waist, but instead of fear, she felt a thrill of excitement. He's close, so very close to giving in. She can see the war raging in his eyes, the struggle between his pride and his desire.

"And what do you think that is?" he asked, his voice a low growl. He leans down, his lips a breath away from hers. She can taste the danger on him, the power that he wields so effortlessly. "This," she whispers, and she kisses him.

At first, Vice is stunned, but he quickly recovered, his lips moved against hers with a fierce passion that took them both by surprise. For a moment, he kissed her back, lost in the heat and need that's been building between them all day. But then, as if remembering himself, he pulled away abruptly, his eyes flashing with anger.

"I know what you're playing at," he snarled, his grip on her waist tightening. "You think you can just use you're body to get what you want?"

Ivy laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a thrill down his spine. "I’m just doing what you asked me too?" she said, her voice dripping with challenge.

Vice's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, she thought she's pushed him too far. But then he smirked, his eyes gleaming with something dark and hungry. "Alright," he said, his voice a low purr. "Let's play."

He yanked her closer, his mouth crushed down on hers in a bruising kiss. Ivy gasped, the taste of him intoxicating and overwhelming. His hands slide down to her ass, squeezing hard. She moaned into his mouth, the pain mixing with pleasure in a delicious cocktail that made her knees wobble.

Vice broke the kiss, panting heavily. He looks into her eyes, searching for something—fear, maybe? But all he sees is desire, and it fuels his own. He picked her up and threw her onto the bed, the sound of the head bored hitting the stone wall echoing through the room.