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"I will give you what I’ve been refusing to give you, the one thing you've been craving," she murmured, her heart racing with a mix of fear and determination. "All of me"

Vice leaned in, his eyes searching hers. "And what would that be worth to you?"

Ivy took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the deal she was about to make. "Alice's safety," she said firmly.

Vice's smile grew, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Ah, so you do have a price," he murmured, his thumb brushing away a tear from her cheek. "But what if I decide to not honor our little bargain?"

Ivy's gaze didn't falter. "Then I'll make sure you regret it," she said, her voice a mix of desperation and steel.

Vice studied her for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Very well," he said finally. "If you truly submit, if you give me everything you have and become mine in every way, I will ensure Alice's safety."

The words hung in the air like a dark cloud. Ivy searched his eyes for a hint of deception. But found none. Her hands coming up to cup his face. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him.

Vice was taken aback by her sudden affection, his eyes widening in surprise before his mouth responded with a fervor that matched hers. The kiss was desperate, a blend of passion and pain, a dance of dominance and submission that she had never experienced before.

As their lips parted, Ivy's eyes searched his, looking for the monster she had feared, but instead, she saw something elseentirely. Something that made her stomach twist with a feeling she didn't dare name. His eyes were dark pools of emotion, a stark contrast to the cold, hardened gaze she had grown accustomed to.

With a tremble, she brought her hands up to his face, her fingertips tracing the harsh lines of his jaw. The touch was gentle, a stark contrast to the power struggle that had come to define their interactions. She felt the roughness of his skin, the heat of his breath, and she realized that beneath the mask, he was still a man.

Vice's gaze searched hers, the intensity in his eyes unnerving. "Prove it," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. "Prove to me that you truly belong to me."

Ivy's heart hammered in her chest as she slid her hands down his body, feeling the hard muscles beneath his clothes. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out how to outsmart him, how to get what she needed while keeping Alice safe. But she couldn't deny the strange pull he had over her.

With a sudden burst of strength, she pushed him back, making him fall onto the bed. He looked at her, surprised but also excited. She could feel the power shifting, and she knew she had to take control if she was going to survive. Straddling him, she kissed him again, this time with an intensity that left them both breathless.

Her hands roamed over his chest, feeling the contours of his muscles beneath her hands. She could feel his heart racing, his desire undeniable. He watched her, his breath shallow, as she reached down and removed her panties, the fabric fluttering to the floor.

Crawling up his body, she placed feather-light kisses along his collarbone, her teeth grazing his skin just enough to elicit a shiver. His hands gripped her sides, his body tensing beneath hers. As she reached his neck, she licked a trail up to his ear, her breath hot against his skin. She took his earlobe between her teeth, gently biting down.

Vice's eyes rolled back in his head, his cock pulsing with need. He hadn't expected this sudden shift in power, but he found himself craving it, desperate for the release it promised. Ivy's hands slid to his chest, her nails digging in slightly as she ground down on him, feeling the heat of his arousal through the thin barrier of his pants.

Her lips kissing their way up to his jaw line, his breath hitching in his throat. He groaned, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Her movements grew bolder, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had him aching to be inside her.

"Ivy," he breathed, his hands moving to her hips, trying to guide her, but she placed her own hands over his, stopping him.

"No," she said, her voice low and seductive. "You said you wanted me to prove it. So let me show you."

With surprising strength, she pushed his hands away, and began to unbuckle his belt then his pants. He watched, his eyes never leaving hers, his breathing growing more erratic as she revealed the length of him. He was hard, the tip glistening with his desire.

Ivy felt a thrill of power as she took him in her hand, stroking him with a gentle yet firm touch. Vice's eyes closed, his head falling back on the pillow, a low growl escaping his lips.She leaned down and kissed him, her hand never stopping its rhythmic motion. He tasted of danger and darkness, and she found herself craving more.

Her tongue pressed against the base of his cock, tracing a slow, agonizing path upward. His hips bucked forward slightly, a silent plea for more. Her hand cupping his balls gently, feeling them tighten as she licked him. His body was hot and hard, his moans echoing through the room.

"Put it in you're mouth," he demanded, his voice strained with need.

"Not yet," she said firmly, her eyes gleaming with a seductive challenge. He growled in frustration, his hands gripping the sheets harder.

With a mischievous smile, she leaned down and flicked her tongue against the head of his cock, smacking it against her tongue a few times. The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of salt and desire that sent a shiver down her spine. He watched her, his eyes filled with lust, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

Then, she took just the tip into her mouth, sucking hard for a few seconds before pulling away with a pop. His hips bucked upward, trying to follow her mouth, but she remained in control, her hand now stroking him with a firm, deliberate grip. She climbed back up his body, straddling him again, her pussy slick and ready.

With a seductive smile, she positioned herself so that the head of his cock was pressing against her wetness. She began to rock her hips, sliding up and down his shaft with agonizingslowness. Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure through both, their breaths mingling as the tension grew.

Vice's eyes were glued to hers; his pupils dilated with need. He reached up to grab her breasts, kneading them roughly as she continued to tease him. "Now," he grunted, his voice thick with desire. "Now, Ivy."

Ivy leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest, and took his left nipple into her mouth, sucking firmly. The sensation sent a shockwave through him, and his grip on her hips tightened. With her free hand, she reached up with her other hand wrapping around his throat. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing and the wetness of her mouth on his skin.

Whispering against his chest, she said, "Beg me," her voice a seductive taunt that sent a shiver down his spine.