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Vice complied, his words a dark symphony of lust and dominance.

"I'm going to fuck you until you're mine," he growled, his teeth sinking into her shoulder.

"You're going to scream for me, Ivy. You're going to come so hard you'll see stars.

" His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts, his thumbs flicking her sensitive nipples.

The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, making her pussy clench around him.

"You're going to beg for it," he continued, his voice a seductive purr in her ear.

"You're going to beg me to fuck you harder, faster, deeper.

" He gave her ass a firm slap, the sting making her jolt forward and back onto his cock.

"Tell me, Ivy," he demanded, his voice a low, guttural rumble. "Tell me how much you want this."

"Oh god, yes," she whimpered, her voice shaky with need. "I don't want it, I need it. God, I love the way you fuck me, Vice. Like no one ever has." she screamed.

"No one can fuck you like I can, Ivy," he grunted in reply, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more forceful. His teeth clenched as he fought for control, his body straining against hers. "Remember that" he growled, his hand sliding down her back, his fingers digging into her flesh.

The room was a cacophony of passionate sounds: the slap of skin on skin, their harsh breathing, the wetness of their union. Ivy's eyes were screwed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm building deep within her.

Without warning, Vice's hand shot up to grab a fistful of her hair, forcing her to arch her back even more.

Her eyes flew open, the sudden sharp tug on her scalp sending a bolt of painful pleasure through her body.

She gasped, her eyes locking onto his in the mirror in front of them.

The sight of him, powerful and in control, his muscles rippling with each thrust, sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through her.

"Look at yourself," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Look at how much you want this."

Her eyes found her reflection in the mirror, and she couldn't deny the truth in his words.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed with desire, and her mouth open in silent screams of ecstasy.

The sight of him, so commanding, so powerful, filled her with a dark thrill she wasn't sure she could handle.

She watched as his hand came down again, slapping her ass, the sound echoing through the room.

"Is this what you want?" he growled, his grip tightening in her hair. "To be used by me?"

"Yes," she moaned, her voice a desperate whisper. "Use me, Vice.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before he was pounding into her with renewed fervor, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock driving deep inside her. Ivy's eyes rolled back in her head, her body responding to his dominance with a fiery passion she didn't know she possessed.

Vice's hand reached around her, his thumb finding her clit, and began to rub it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that had her entire body vibrating with need. She felt herself getting closer, her walls tightening around him.

"I'm going to come," she gasped, her voice shaking with the force of her impending climax. "Oh god, I'm going to come."

"Come for me, Ivy," Vice encouraged, his thumb moving faster, his strokes growing more demanding. "Show me how much you love it."

Her body responded to his command, her pussy clenching around him, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Oh, fuck, yes," she screamed, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave. Her body bucked and writhed beneath him, her nails scratching at the bed as she gave herself over to the pleasure.

Vice watched her in the mirror, his own release building rapidly. The sight of her, lost in ecstasy, was more than he could take. He felt his cock swell, his balls tightening. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his strokes becoming erratic. "So, fucking perfect."

Ivy's eyes remained closed, her head thrown back in pleasure. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, knew he was close. The thought of him coming apart just for her was too much. "Cum for me, Vice," she begged, her voice a desperate plea.

With a roar, Vice released his control, his cock erupting deep within her.

Heat filled her, his orgasm triggering another in her.

She could feel his seed spurt into her, filling her up, marking her as his.

Her pussy clamped down on him, her walls fluttering around his length as she rode the wave of pleasure.

Vice's grip on her hair loosened, his body going lax as he leaned over her, panting. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice filled with awe and satisfaction. "You're...amazing." He kissed her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

Ivy's body was a boneless heap of pleasure, her heart racing as the aftershocks of their shared climax pulsed through her. "So are you," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Vice pulled out of her, his cock still semi-hard, and grabbed her by the waist, turning her to face him. He looked down at her, his eyes smoldering with desire. "You may have won this battle," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "But the war is far from over."

Ivy giggled, "Is that so?" she said, her voice mocking. "Bring it on."

She knew she had planted a seed of doubt within him, a crack in the armor of his invincibility. This was just the beginning. She was ready for whatever came next.