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"I hate you," she whispered, the words torn from her very soul. But even as she said them, she knew they weren't true. The way her body responded to him was a betrayal, a traitorous act that she couldn't control.

With a growl, Vice released her wrists, his hands moving to grip her hips instead. He pulled her closer, his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses. "I know you do," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

He then pulled her on top of his mouth and devoured her pussy. As he ran his thumb threw her wetness then reached around her and thrust his thumb into her asshole.

Ivy's eyes widened with shock. She felt a jolt of pain and pure pleasure, the kind that she had never experienced before. She couldn't help the way her hips bucked against his face, her legs trembling as his tongue swirled around her clit. His thumb was a surprising intrusion, stretching her in a way that sent waves of pain and pleasure through her body. Her hands tangling in sheets as she pushed her hips down into his mouth.

The room spun around her, a whirlwind of emotions. She felt dirty, used, but also... alive. Alive in a way she hadn't felt since the day she had been taken. She didn't want this, didn't want to be his, but her body was singing a different tune, begging for his touch, his dominance.

The sensations were overwhelming, his tongue dancing around her clit while his thumb worked its way in and out of her ass, stretching her, filling her. It was a perverse dance, one that she never wanted to end, even as she hated herself for it.

"Please," she begged, the word barely a whisper. "Please stop."

Vice's eyes flicked up to hers, the hunger in them unabated. He didn't pull away, instead, he reached his other hand around her, shoving his thumb pressing against the tight ring of her anus. Ivy's body stiffened, her eyes widening in shock and fear as he pushed past the barrier, invading her in a way she had never experienced before. The pain was sharp, making her cry out. "Vice please, stop. Please you're hurting me.

He didn't stop. Instead, he pushed further, his thumbs moving in and out in a rhythm that matched his mouth's relentless assault on her clit. The dual sensations were too much for her to process, pain and pleasure swirling together in a confusing maelstrom. She thrashed above him. “Vice please stop!”

With a wicked smile, he pulled away, his mouth leaving her wet and trembling. He sat up, his cock standing tall and proud. "Look what you've done to me," he said, his voice a low growl.

Vice's hand wrapped around his length, stroking it slowly as he watched her face. She felt a strange mix of fear and desire, her body betraying her with every breath she took. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling.

But Vice was relentless. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her closer, forcing her to look at him. "You want to be fucked like a whore?" he sneered, the mask of the monster fully in place now. "Then I'll give you what you want."

With a brutal tug, he yanked her head back, exposing her neck to his hungry gaze. "Vice, no," she begged, her voice barely above a whimper. But the plea fell on deaf ears.

He was beyond reason now, consumed by the beast within him. Before she could even process what was happening, he had flipped her onto her stomach, then yanked her hips up, pushing her knees apart. "You want it, you're going to beg for it," he growled.

Ivy's eyes widened in horror as she felt the head of his cock nudge against her tight asshole. She tried to scramble away,but his hand was like a vise on the back of her neck, holding her in place. "Vice, no," she choked out, her voice thick with tears.

But he was deaf to her pleas, the monster in him fully unleashed. "You want this," he hissed, his voice a low, dark whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're going to take it all."

She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her asshole, and she knew what he was going to do. "No," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "Please, Vice."

He ignored her pleas, his eyes cold and hard. "You want to be fucked like a whore, Ivy?" he sneered. "Then get ready to take it all."

Her body was trembling, her mind racing with fear and confusion. And in that moment, she realized she didn't want to be used. She didn't want to be a plaything for his sick games. With a strength she didn't know she had, she bucked her hips, trying to dislodge him. "No," she gasped, her voice shaking. "Not like this."

Vice's grip tightened, his fingers digging into her hips. "You're mine," he snarled, his voice a dark promise. "You're going to take this like the good little whore you are."

Ivy felt a wave of despair wash over her. She had never felt so powerless, so degraded. But even in her darkest moment, she found a spark of defiance. "I'm not a whore," she spat, her voice filled with venom. "I'm a mother, a survivor. You can't break me."

Vice's grip on her neck tightened, his eyes flashing with something that looked almost like admiration. "You're strong,"he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "But you're also mine. And I'll fuck you however I please."

With that, he thrust his cock into her pussy. Ivy's eyes rolled back in her head as a mix of pain and pleasure overwhelmed her. It was a brutal invasion, a reminder of his dominance, and yet her body betrayed her by responding with a wet, welcoming heat. She felt like she was being torn apart, her inner walls clenching around his thick shaft as he pumped into her mercilessly.

"See Ivy?" he said, his breath hot against her ear. "You want this. You want me."

Ivy's mind relished his words, but her body craving them. She could feel the wetness spreading, the tightening of her muscles around him, urging him deeper. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her nails digging into the bed.

"Say it," he demanded again, his voice a harsh whisper. "Say you want me."

She gritted her teeth. Unwilling to give him what he wanted to force from her.

“Fucking, say it!” he roared, digging his nails into her hip.

“Vice, please,” she moaned but sounded more like a plea.

With a growl of frustration, Vice suddenly paused, Ivy felt his breath hot on the nape of her neck, he released her hair and his grip on her hip. "Please," he begged, his voice ragged with pain and need. The sincerity in that single word was enough to shatter her resolve. He pulled out of her. Ivy turned aroundto look at him. "Vice," she whispered, her voice shaking with the effort of holding back her own tears. "Look at me."