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"Ivy," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You have no idea how much I've craved the feeling of you're hand against my face."

Her eyes searched his, looking for a sign of the man she knew was buried beneath the monster he showed the world. And in that moment, she saw it – a flicker of something raw, something real. It was as if the storm clouds had parted, and she could finally see the sun. "Vice," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of relief and confusion. "What are you saying?"

He opened his eyes, his gaze intense. "I'm saying," he began, his voice low and gruff, "that you are mine, and I will protect you from anyone who tries to take you from me."

He leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss that was as fierce as it was passionate. It was a kiss filled with hope, and a hint of desperation. The room spun around them, they both forgot the deal, the pain, the anger, everything that had been, lost in each other’s embrace.

The kiss deepened, and she felt his grip on her waist tighten. The taste of his lips, the feel of his breath on her skin—it was intoxicating. She kissed him back, her fear momentarily forgotten in the heat of the moment. It was as if they were two lost souls, finding solace in each other's arms amidst the chaos of their twisted world.

Without breaking the kiss, he swept her off her feet, lifting her as if she weighed nothing more than a feather. Her heart raced as he carried her to the bed, his movements swift and sure. The softness of the mattress enveloped them as he laid her down, his body pressing hers into the cool fabric. His hands roamed over her, the fabric of her dress no barrier to his exploration.

Their kisses grew more urgent, their breaths mingling in a desperate dance. His fingers traced the line of her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. The room was alive with the sound of their passion.

Her hands moved to his belt, the leather cool against her palms. She undid it with a swiftness that belied the tremble in her fingers. The sound of the buckle clinking against the bedpost was the only sound in the room, the only indication that she was in charge now. Slowly, she pulled his pants down, revealing his erection that stood tall and proud, a testament to his need for her.

Without a word, she leaned down, her hot breath teasing the head of his cock. He watched, his eyes hooded with desire, as her pink tongue darted out to taste him. The salty tang of his arousal hit her taste buds, and she felt a strange sense of power. Here was the monster that had held her captive, laid bare before her, at her mercy. She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him tightly, her tongue swirling around the tip in a way that made him hiss in pleasure.

Her teeth grazed his shaft, a gentle reminder of the control she now held. She took him deeper, feeling him thicken and swell with each movement of her mouth. The sound of hisharsh breathing filled the air, mingling with the scent of their desire. His body taut with the effort of holding back, his hands fisting the sheets as if to keep from touching her. She could feel his pulse beneath her tongue, the throb of his need echoing through him. "That's my girl." he panted.

Vice's eyes closed tight, his head thrown back in a silent plea for more. She took advantage, moving her mouth faster, her cheeks hollowing with the effort as she swallowed him deeper. His hips jerked, trying to push into her, but she held firm, setting the pace. The power dynamic had shifted, and she reveled in it, feeling the tables turn. The taste of him was addictive, a mix of salt and sweetness that only added to the heady rush of power she felt.

He was close, she could feel it in the tension of his muscles, the way his abs tightened beneath her palms. But she didn't let up. She wanted him to beg, wanted to hear the desperation in his voice that she had felt moments ago. Her teeth scraped gently against him, a promise of pain if he didn't comply. Removing her mouth from him.

"Beg," she murmured, her voice a siren's call that made him quiver.

Vice's eyes snapped open, and he stared at her, his pupils dilated with need. In one swift move, he grabbed her and flipped her onto her stomach, his body pressing down on hers. "You want me to beg?" he rasped, his voice low and dangerous. "Not this time, Ivy."

Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt the heat of his body against her back, his erection nudging against her ass. She gasped as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock teasing her wetness. "You want this cock deep in that tight wet cunt?" hewhispered, his breath hot on her ear. "Then you’re going to beg for it."

With a growl of frustration, she bit back the words that she knew he craved. Instead, she pushed her hips back, silently daring him to take her. He chuckled, the sound dark and predatory. "No, Ivy," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "you're going to beg for it. I want to hear that pretty mouth beg me to fuck you."

He flips her over, he reached up and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Beg," he whispered, the command a dark promise.

She could feel the heat of his erection pressing into her, the power of his body above hers. "No," she said, as she smirked at him, her words were a soft but firm declaration.

Vice's smirk grew, the shadows playing across his face as the candles flickered. He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck, and whispered, "You’re such a brat," before his mouth found one of her nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. She gasped, her body betraying her with a shiver of pleasure. His other hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her clit, and began to toy with it in a slow, maddening rhythm that had her hips moving involuntarily.

"Beg," he murmured against her nipple, his voice a seductive purr that sent waves of desire crashing through her.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his teeth come up and graze her neck, his hand still working her clit with a skill that had her on the edge of a precipice she didn't want to fall from—not yet. "No," she said, her voice a mere whisper of defiance.

Vice's eyes darkened, his hand moving away from her sensitive flesh, leaving her body craving his touch. "Why not?" he taunted, his voice a soft caress that sent shivers down her spine. "You want this, I can feel it."

She bucked her hips, trying to push him away, but he only chuckled, his grip on her chin tightening slightly. He leaned in, his breath hot on her skin, and replaced his hand with the head of his cock, rubbing her clit in a slow, maddening rhythm. The sensation was exquisite, a blend of pleasure and torment that had her body begging for more even as her mind rebelled against his control.

"Beg," he said once more, his voice a dark whisper in the quiet of the room. She couldn't fight it anymore—his power over her body was too strong. With a whimper, she whispered, "Please, Vice. I need you inside me."

Her words hung in the air, a stark admission of her desire, and he took a moment to savor them before he gave in to his own need. He slid into her, the sensation of her tightness around him almost too much to handle. He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt the warmth of her embrace. Her nails dug into his back as she arched into him, urging him deeper.

Their bodies moved together in a dance of passion and power, each stroke a silent battle for control. He watched her face, the way her eyes tightened in ecstasy, the way her mouth formed a silent scream as he filled her completely. Her walls clenched around him, and he knew she was close again. "Not yet," he murmured, his voice a dark promise in her ear. "I want to hear you beg, before I watch you come apart for me, Ivy."

He reached up, his thumb finding her clit, and began to circle it in time with his thrusts. She whimpered, her nailsdigging deeper into his back. "Please," she gasped, the word torn from her throat. "Please Vice, make me cum, please."

Vice leaned in, his breath hot in her ear. "Tell me, Ivy. Who do you belong to?"

Her eyes searched his, a silent plea for mercy, but she knew better than to resist the pull of his dominance. With a tremble in her voice, she whispered, "You, I belong to you, Vice."

The words hung between them, a declaration of surrender that seemed to resonate in the very air. Vice's eyes narrowed, a mix of triumph and something else— something she couldn't quite place. "All of you," he echoed, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine.