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“Oh fuck,” she moans loudly, her voice a seductive purr. “I love you're cock,” She started to ride him, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles that make him see stars. She knew exactly how to move, how to make him want her. “I’ve never had anything fill me up or be so deep inside me.”

Vice’s eyes fly open, his pupils dilating as he stares up at her. He can’t believe she’s talking like this. It’s like she’s reading his mind, giving him everything he’s ever wanted without him having to ask. His grip tightened on her hips, his breath coming in harsh gasps as she continues to whisper dirty things into his ear.

“I’ve never felt anything like this before,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “You make me so wet, so needy, fuck!” Her words are a heady mix of submission and power, driving himcrazy with lust. He’s never had a woman talk to him like this, and he finds himself craving more, needing to hear her say his name, to beg for him.

“I’m going to make you cum,” she said. “This is my dick,” Her hips rock against him, her movements becoming more erratic as she rode him. She’s close, so close, and the look on his face tells her he knows it.

Vice's eyes lock onto hers, his pupils wide with lust. He tries to speak, but all that comes out is a strangled groan as she grinds herself into him harder, taking him deeper than he thought possible. He can feel her pussy tightening around him, the muscles clenching and releasing in a delicious rhythm that's driving him wild.

"Say it," she grits out, her voice strained with effort. "Beg me to let you come." He grabbed her hips roughly so she can't move.

Vice's eyes flash with defiance, but the need is too much. "I need it," he snarled, his voice cracking. "Let me come."

Ivy's smirk widened, her eyes alight with victory. He sat up, wrapping his arms around her and pulled her closer, his cock still buried deep inside her. "You’re turn to beg." he growled, his voice a low, primal command.

Ivy's body trembled with anticipation as she repeated his words, her voice a desperate whine. "I need you to make me come, please, Vice."

His smile is wicked, a clear sign of victory. He releases her hips and pulls her down hard onto him, his hands moving to her breasts to pinch her nipples. The mix of pleasure and painsends a jolt through her, making her gasp. She feels his cock swell inside her, his desire evident in every touch.

Ivy's eyes glaze over as she feels her orgasm about to hit her. She rocks her hips, grinding against him, her body desperate for release. Vice's eyes never leave her; his gaze filled with a dark hunger that matches her own. "Then do it, come on my cock deep inside you."

The words are a trigger, and she goes over the edge, her body convulsing around him as she screams his name. He groans, the sound of his own pleasure mixing with hers. He thrusts into her one last time, his hips jerking as he empties himself into her, claiming her completely.

For a moment, they stay like that, their bodies joined, their breathing ragged. Then, slowly, Ivy pulls away, sliding off him with a sigh. She lies beside him, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax.

Vice watches her, his chest heaving, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and something else, something softer that she can't quite identify. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. "You’re going to be a problem." he said, his voice rough.

Ivy smiles, a knowing smile that speaks volumes. "Only if you let me," she murmured, leaning into his touch. Her heart is racing, her body still humming with pleasure, but she's not done with him yet. She has a mission, and she's going to see it through, no matter what it takes.

Chapter 14

The sudden patter of rain against the castle’s windows was the only sound that broke the silence in the dimly lit drawing room. Ivy, her eyes glinting with mischief, had been waiting for the perfect moment to put her latest plan into action. She had noticed Vice earlier, engrossed in his thoughts, his broad shoulders slumped slightly as he sat on the velvet bench.

Her heart racing with anticipation, she tiptoed closer, her bare feet almost silent against the plush carpet. The scent of him filled her nostrils as she reached him, and she couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the power she wielded. Her slender fingers gently touched his shoulders, and she began to massage them, applying just the right amount of pressure to melt the tension away.

Vice tensed at the unexpected touch, his eyes snapping up to meet hers in the reflection of the polished mirror across the room. “Ivy,” he growled, his voice thick with confusion and desire, “What are you playing at?”

Ivy’s smile was a knowing curve of her lips, her eyes sparkling with a hint of challenge. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his neck, and whispered, “You just seem tense. I thought I’d help you relax.” Her fingers danced over the taut muscles of his back, tracing the contours of his spine before coming to rest at the base of his neck. Her touch was feather-light, yet it sent electric currents through his body, making him acutely aware of every inch of his own skin.

Vice swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure. He knew Ivy’s games all too well, and he wasn’t about to let her distract him so easily. But as she leaned over him, her breastspressing against his back, the heat of her body seeping into his, he felt his resolve slipping. Her hands moved to the front of his chest, her nails scraping gently against his skin, her fingertips brushing against the firm muscles beneath. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror.

“You know what I miss?” Ivy asked, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to resonate in the very air around them.

Vice stiffened, bracing himself for the accusation he knew was coming. “What?” he replied gruffly, expecting her to bring up the freedom he had taken from her.

Ivy leaned in even closer, her lips a breath away from his ear. “The way you touch me,” she murmured, her voice a sweet caress that sent a shiver down his spine. “The way you taste.”

Her words were like a hot brand, searing through the layers of his control. He watched in the mirror as she took his earlobe between her teeth and gave it a gentle nibble. The sensation was exquisite, and he could feel his body responding despite his better judgment.

Without another word, Ivy pulled away from him and began to walk away.

Vice’s eyes followed her as she moved with a seductive sway of her hips that was impossible to ignore. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and it was driving him wild. He clenched his fists, the urge to grab her and pin her against the wall almost overwhelming, but he remained seated, watching as she reached the front door. She glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes locking with his, and the challenge in them was clear.

With a sudden burst of energy, he was on his feet, calling out to her. “Ivy, come back here.” But she only smiled, a playful smirk that spoke of a victory she hadn’t quite won yet. She pulled open the door, the cool air from outside brushing against his skin, mingling with the warm scent of rain.

Vice took a step towards her, his eyes narrowed, a warning etched into every line of his face. “You know you’re playing with fire,” he said, his voice low and menacing.

But Ivy, unfazed, took a step backward, the cool draft from the open door playing with the loose strands of her hair. The rain outside looked almost inviting, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room they were in. She didn’t stop moving away from him, her eyes locked onto his, a silent dare in her gaze.