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"Is this what you want,” he asked with a snarl, his voice thick with lust. He stalked towards her.

Ivy's eyes widen as Vice's hand snakes around her throat, his grip firm but not yet crushing. She feels a flicker of fear, but she meets his gaze, her own eyes filled with a challenge that matches his. "Is this what you need?" she counters, her voice a throaty whisper.

Vice's eyes darken, his pupils dilating with desire. He leans down, his teeth grazing her neck as he growls in response. She gasps, the sensation sending a thrill through her body. He's so close, she can feel his breath on her skin. "You're playing a dangerous game," he murmured against her skin.

"I'm not playing," she whispered, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart. She slid her hands up hisarms, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch. "I know what you want. I know what you need."

With a snarl, Vice pushed her down onto the bed, his weight pressing her into the soft mattress. His hands and mouth are everywhere, exploring her body as if he's starved for it. He's so rough, so demanding, it's like he's trying to conquer her, but Ivy meets his intensity with her own. She arches into his touch, her body responding to his every caress.

His eyes devoured her exposed flesh. She felt his hunger, his desperation to claim her, and it only made her wetter. He kissed her neck, he bit down gently, his teeth grazed her sensitive skin. She gasped, her nails dug into his back as he moved lower, his mouth left a trail of fire down her body.

Vice's tongue circled her nipple before he took it into his mouth, he sucked hard. She arched her back; the pleasure shot straight to her core. He moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, making her whimper. Her hands roam over his back, feeling the power in his muscles as they tense and relax beneath her touch.

Her legs part instinctively as he slid his hand down to her pussy. He wasn’t gentle as he shoved two fingers inside her, making her cry out. He pumps them in and out, his thumb rubbing her clit in a merciless rhythm. She was so wet, so ready for him.

Her hips bucked to meet his hand, her back arched as he hits that sweet spot. She couldn’t believe she let him do this, couldn’t believe she wanted it so badly. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she fought the urge to cum. She won't let him win that easily.

Vice's eyes meet hers; his gaze filled with triumph. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a low growl. "You want me to fuck you like the little whore you are."

Ivy's cheeks burn with a mix of anger and arousal. "Yes," she said, her voice firm. Her hips still moving against his hand.

"But you're the one who's going to beg for it." she said, her voice a challenge.

Vice's smirk turns into a full-blown grin, the kind that says he's enjoying every second of this power play. He moved down her body, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles. When he reached her core, he doesn't hesitate, his tongue plunged into her without warning. Ivy's body jolted, a strangled cry escaped her throat. She tried to hold back, but his touch was like a drug, making her want more.

He licked and sucked, his tongue playing with her clit. She can feel the tension building inside her, a coil of heat that threatened to explode at any moment. She fists the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she tries to keep from screaming his name. But it's no use; he's too good at this, too attuned to her body's reactions. With a final flick of his tongue, she shatters, her orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning.

Her body convulses as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She's lost in the sensation, unable to think, unable to speak. Vice pulls away, watching her with a smug expression. "You will be mine?" he asked, his voice taunting. "Admit it."

Ivy pants, trying to catch her breath. She glared at him; her eyes filled with fire. "Never," she said, her voice hoarse. Buteven as she said that, she knew it was a lie. She wants him, needs him, more than she ever thought possible.

Vice chuckled, the sound sending a feeling of fear. He stands up, his erection straining against his pants. "We'll see about that," he said his voice filled with confidence. He undoes his pants, his cock springing free. It's thick and long, a testament to his power and desire.

Ivy's eyes widen as he climbed onto the bed, towering over her. She can feel the heat of him, the raw, primal need that's consuming him. He grabs her legs, pulling her to him. For a moment, she considers fighting him, but she's too far gone. She needs this, needs to feel him inside her.

"Ready for what you've been chasing all day?" she whispered, her voice a seductive taunt.

Vice's eyes darken with hunger, his grip on her legs tightening. "You have no idea what I've got planned for you," he growled, positioning himself between her thighs.

Ivy's heart races, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. She knows he won't be gentle, but she craves the roughness, the raw passion that she sees in his eyes. She licks her lips, her voice a seductive whisper. "Then show me."

Vice doesn't need any more encouragement. He thrusts into her with a feral growl, his cock stretching and filling her completely. Ivy's eyes roll back in her head as she takes in the sensation. It's everything she's been hoping for. She wraps her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his skin as she pulls him deeper.

Their bodies move together in a primal dance, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge. Ivy's moans fill the room, echoing off the cold stone walls. She's never felt anything like this before, a mix of pain and pleasure that's more intense than she could have ever imagined. Vice's eyes never leave hers, his gaze holding hers captive as he fucks her hard and fast.

He leans down, his teeth grazing her neck as he whispers, "You're mine," in her ear. It's a declaration, a promise, a threat all rolled into one. And as much as she wants to deny it, she can't. Her body is his to command, and she's never felt more alive.

Ivy wraps her arms around him, her nails digging into his back. She arches into his thrusts, meeting him halfway with each one. Her breasts bounce with the rhythm, her nipples tight and sensitive. She feels like she's on fire, like every nerve in her body is alight with pleasure.

Vice's hips piston into her, his movements punctuated by harsh, animalistic grunts. The sound sends a thrill through her, making her wetter, making her want him more. She can feel his muscles tense and flex with every thrust, his power and strength surrounding her. She never knew she could crave someone so badly, never knew she could be this desperate for a man's touch.

But it's more than just his touch; it's his scent. It fills the air, a heady mix of power and desire that makes her dizzy. It's like nothing she's ever smelled before. She inhales deeply, letting it fill her lungs, her nostrils flaring as she tries to get closer, to become a part of him.

He pulls out of her, and she whimpers, the sudden emptiness leaving her feeling cold and exposed. She opens her eyes to find him standing back, watching her with a smug grin. "You want more?" he asks, his voice thick with lust.

Ivy nods, unable to form coherent words. She needs him inside her again, filling her up, completing her. "Please," she whispers, the word barely a breath.

Vice's grin widens, and he reaches down to stroke his cock, which is still rock-hard and glistening with her arousal. "Say it," he commands, his voice low and demanding. "Say you're mine."