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"You sure?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through her.

"Yes," she breathed, reaching up to kiss him again. "I'm sure."

With a growl, he scooped her up in his arms and roughly pinned her up against the wall. He thrust into her with a cruel force.

The world around them seemed to shatter into a million pieces as they became one. His strokes were deep and powerful. Every thrust pushing her back into the wall. The pain was so intense but so was the pleasure. She bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming.

Vice's cock was like nothing she'd ever felt before. It stretched her, filled her in ways she'd never known possible. The sensation was almost too much to bear. Yet, she craved more of it. Her nails dug into his back and her legs tightened around his waist urging him to go deeper.

"Don't stop," she begged, her breath ragged. "I'm so close."

Vice's pace didn't falter; his eyes locked on hers as he pounded into her. He could feel her tightening around him, her body begging for release. "Tell me, Ivy," he growled, his own climax approaching. "Tell me how much you want it."

"I need it," she moaned, her eyes glazed with desire. "I need you."

Vice's eyes darkened, and he leaned in closer, his finger still at her lips. He pushed it into her mouth, watching as she eagerly sucked on it, her tongue swirling around his finger. Awicked grin spread across his face as he withdrew it, her saliva glistening in the dim light.

He brought his finger to her other opening, pressing it against her tightness. Ivy gasped in surprise, her eyes widening, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she pushed back, urging him to continue. He took the hint, sliding his wet finger into her, watching her face contort with a mix of pleasure and pain.

Her moans grew louder, and she felt a rush of wetness between her legs. The sensation of being filled in both places was overwhelming, sending shockwaves through her body. Her hips rocked against the wall, her legs trembling with the effort to keep up with his relentless pace.

Vice's eyes never left hers, watching her closely for any sign of discomfort or fear. But all he saw was desire, a wild, unbridled need that matched his own. His finger moved in and out of her ass in time with his thrusts, the dual sensations pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Tell me who owns you," he murmured against her ear, his voice a dark whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

Ivy's breath hitched as she felt his hand tighten on her ass, his cock pumping into her with a ferocity that bordered on brutal. She knew the answer he wanted to hear, the words that would satisfy the beast within him.

Vice's thrusts grew more deliberate, his grip on her tightening. "Say it," he demanded, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours Vice, all of me." Her words were barely audible, lost in the symphony of their ragged breathing and the slap of skin against skin. He felt a possessive surge of triumphat her declaration, his strokes becoming even more forceful. His finger in her ass twisted, finding that perfect spot that had her legs trembling, her entire body shaking.

"Ivy," Vice whispered again, his voice thick with emotion. "I do love you."

Her eyes widened, and she felt a surge of hope. Could it be true? Was this monster capable of love? She didn't know what to say, so she kissed and held on tight as he continued to drive into her. His words hung in the air, a stark contrast to the violence of their union.

Ivy's body began to convulse, her orgasm building with every thrust. She threw her head back against the wall, her hair cascading down her back as she screamed his name. He groaned in response, his own release imminent.

As she came, Vice's control snapped. He slammed into her one last time, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot, sticky cum. His eyes squeezed shut, and he let out a roar.

They remained there, panting and entwined, for what felt like an eternity. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, their hearts hammering in their chests like wild drums. When he finally pulled out, Ivy's legs gave out, and she slid to the floor, her body trembling.

Vice looked down at her, his expression a mix of shock and awe. "Ivy," he murmured, reaching out a hand to help her up. "What did you do to me?"

Ivy took his hand, allowing him to lift her to her feet. Her legs felt like jelly, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

"I didn't do anything," she murmured, her voice hoarse. "You did it to yourself."

Vice picked her up and carried her to the bed, his touch surprisingly gentle as he laid her down. He hovered over her, his eyes searching hers, as if looking for some answer to the question he hadn't yet asked.

"Ivy," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "What happens now?"

Her eyes searched his, looking for any hint of the man she had seen earlier, the one who had whispered sweet nothings and kissed her with a tenderness she had never experienced from him before. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice shaking.

Chapter 24:

Vice sat beside her on the edge of the plush velvet bed, the dim light of the candles casting long shadows across the room. His eyes, usually hard and calculating, were now fixed on her, a dark, unreadable intensity burning within their depths. He lifted a hand, calloused and scarred, and traced the delicate curve of her jawline with his fingertip. The silence stretched, thick and heavy with unspoken words.

"You know what I am," he finally said, his voice a low, gruff rumble that vibrated in the small space. "You know what I've done, what I’ve done to you and the things I'm capable of." The air crackled with the weight of his confession, a dark cloud hanging over them both.