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“Cum for me,” he grunted, his voice thick with desire. “Let me feel you cum all over me, little mouse.”

Ivy’s eyes widened as she felt his hand wrap around her throat, his grip firm but not enough to cut off her air. It was a gesture of dominance, a silent claim that sent a thrill through her body. She moaned, her hips bucking up to meet him as she felt the orgasm begin to crest. Her nails scraped down his back,leaving a trail of red against his skin, and she could feel the muscles in her stomach tighten as she approached the edge.

“Come on, cum for me,” he growled, his teeth bared as he stared down at her.

The rain was now a downpour, soaking them both, but the heat between their bodies was more intense than any fire. Ivy’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a keening cry as the orgasm ripped through her. Her body convulsed around his cock, the intensity of her climax making her toes curl and her nails dig deeper into the dirt.

Vice watched her, his own orgasm building. He could feel her pulsing around him, and it was all he could do to hold back. But he wanted more, needed more.

With a snarl, he released her throat and leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss as he began to fuck her with a wild abandon. Rainwater streamed down their faces, mixing with the sweat and desire that coated their skin. Her moans were muffled by his mouth, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the night.

Ivy’s hands clawed at the ground, desperate for purchase as the intensity of her climax began to fade. She felt him swell inside her, his breaths coming in harsh pants against her neck. “Ivy,” he grunted, his voice strained. “I’m going to cum.”

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and let go, filling her with his hot seed. The force of his release sent her spiraling over the edge again, her body arching off the wet earth as another orgasm tore through her. Her nails scraping the ground and pulling up handfuls of dirt.

Vice groaned, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into her. His grip on her body was almost painful, but she didn’t care. All she could feel was the exquisite pleasure that consumed her, the rain a cold, wet counterpoint to the heat of their bodies.

As they both came down from their peak, the rain continued to fall around them, a gentle patter against their skin. He remained buried inside her, his breathing still ragged, his chest rising and falling with each gasp.

Slowly, he pulled out of her, the loss of him making her whimper. He stood, offering her a hand. She took it, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. Ivy grabbed her dress and slid it on. Vice came up behind Ivy picking her up and carried her bride style back into the castle. She snuggled into Vices chest as he carried her inside.

Chapter 15:

As the weeks passed, she noticed the subtle changes in Vice's demeanor. The coldness in his eyes had thawed, if only slightly, and he began to show her moments of tenderness that she hadn't expected. Yet she remained wary, knowing that his affection was as much a weapon as his cruelty. Each time she felt herself succumbing to his charms, she reminded herself of the reality of her situation and the danger that lurked beneath the surface.

The castle became a prison of desire and fear, where every touch could be a lie, every smile a mask. Ivy grew more adept at navigating the treacherous waters of their relationship, using her newfound knowledge to manipulate him in return. She knew she had to keep her ultimate goal in mind: escape.

One evening, as they lay by the fire, their bodies entwined in a semblance of intimacy. Vice kissed her neck with a tenderness that was as surprising as it was disturbing. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, her heart torn between the love for her family and the fear that consumed her in this twisted game. The warmth of his touch was a stark contrast to the coldness of her captivity. Her eyes remained fixed on the dancing flames, a silent testament to the turmoil within her. The sadness etched into the very fabric of her being, Vice pulled away, his eyes searching her face. "Something on you're mind?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate with the crackling fire.

Ivy swallowed hard, the heat of his breath against her skin sending shivers down her spine. She didn't want to give him any more ammunition, but she also knew that keeping herfeelings hidden was a battle she was destined to lose. "It's just...I miss Alice," she began, her voice wavering. "And James..."

Vice's kisses grew rougher as if trying to silence her words with his touch. "Why do you still care for him?" he demanded, his grip on her tightening.

Ivy took a deep, shuddering breath. "Because I love him," she whispered, her eyes never leaving the flickering fire.

Vice's face contorted into a snarl. "Love?" he spat. "You don't love him. What you love is the idea of who you thought he was. You love a lie, a lie he fed you to keep you in his grasp. He used you, degraded you, and you dare to call it love?"

Ivy's eyes filled with tears, the pain of his words cutting deeper than any physical blow anyone had ever dealt. James had hurt her in ways she had never allowed herself to fully acknowledge.

You still hold on to the idea that he ever loved you?” he said, his voice low and menacing. “It’s sad, pathetic, really. Like a moth drawn to a flame that’s already burnt out.”

Ivy felt a surge of anger and defensiveness at his words, but she bit back her retort. Instead, she looked up at him, her eyes flashing with a mixture of pain and frustration. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

Her hands pressed against his chest as if she could physically push away the words that cut her to the bone. The shadows cast by the dim lighting seemed to cling to his sharp features, accentuating the sneer that played on his lips.

"How can you say that?" Ivy's voice trembled, her words barely above a whisper, but her eyes burned with afierce intensity. "He loved me, Vice. We had something real. Something that went beyond just physical attraction."

Vice's head shook, a gesture laced with condescension that made Ivy's skin crawl. "What you had was an illusion, Ivy," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "A meticulously crafted fantasy you desperately wanted to believe. He cheated on you, Ivy. What does that say about his love? He was ready to leave you, pack up you're dreams and toss them aside like yesterday's newspaper, all for his side piece... until she rejected him."

Ivy's face contorted in a mix of pain and anger, tears beginning to well in her eyes. "That was a mistake!" she spat, her voice rising. "A moment of weakness. He made a choice to come back to me! He realized what he almost lost."

Vice's face twisted into a mocking grin. "A choice out of desperation, not love," he said, his grip on her chin tightening. "He chose you because he didn't want to be alone. Facing the void of his own making. You were his backup plan, Ivy. The safe harbor he ran to when his ship hit the rocks. Besides Ivy, you can only make one mistake after that it’s a choice.”

Ivy's eyes filled with sadness, her vision blurring as tears streamed down her face, as her bottom lip quivered "You don't know anything about us!" she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. "You weren't there! We shared dreams, plans... a future. There was passion! A connection that was deep."

Vice's eyes seemed to gleam with a malevolent light as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. "Passion? That was merely selfish desire, Ivy. A fleeting, hormonal surge. He saw you as a trophy, someone to fill an emptiness in his own life. A pretty picture to hang on the wall.But love? He wouldn't know love if it bit him, tore him limb from limb."

Ivy's face twisted into a snarl, her chin lifting in defiance. "I refuse to believe that!" she spat, her voice rising. "He had his reasons for leaving... circumstances I understood."