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Vice's gaze held hers, his expression unreadable. "What is it you're really asking?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

Ivy took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm asking if there's any part of you that's still human," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "If there's anything in you that can love or be loved."

Vice's eyes searched hers, and she could see the turmoil within them. For a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of hope, a hint that maybe, just maybe, there was something in him that she could reach. But it was quickly replaced by a cold, hard look that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Love?" he spat out the word as if it were a curse. "I don't know what that is anymore. But I do know power, and control, and the sweet taste of victory. That's what fuels me now."

Ivy felt a tear slip down her cheek as she stared into the abyss that was Vice's soul. "Is that all you're capable of feeling?" she whispered.

"So, all those times you were gentle and sweet were all a lie?" she said painfully.

Vice's grip on her wrist loosened slightly, his eyes searching hers. "I don’t know what else you want from me?" he asked, his voice a mix of anger and confusion.

Ivy took a deep breath, her heart racing. "I want you to let yourself be happy," she said, her voice strong despite the fear that clutched at her. "The kind of happiness that doesn't come from power or control, but from love and connection."

Vice's expression grew even more confused, and for a moment, she thought she saw something flicker in his eyes - something that looked like hope. "I don't know if I’m capable of that," he said, his voice gruff.

"We can figure it out together." She took his hands in hers and held them to her chest. I know you're scared to be hurt, so am I. But if you keep pushing me away then you'll die a lonely, bitter and loveless monster."

Vice's gaze grew distant, and he remained silent for a long moment, his jaw clenched. "You're asking for the impossible," he murmured finally.

"It's only impossible if you aren't willing to try," Ivy countered, her voice steady. She knew the risk she was taking, but the alternative was a future filled with fear and darkness. She had to believe there was hope for them.

Vice's expression remained unreadable, his eyes boring into hers as if searching for some hidden truth. "What makes you think you can change me?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.

Ivy took his face in her hands, her heart in her throat.

"I told you before I’m not asking you to change," she said, her voice soft but firm.

"But what I I'm asking you for is to at least try to let yourself be happy.

To give us a chance to find something in this twisted world we can cherish, something that isn't power or destruction or pain and anger. "

Vice stared at her, his expression unreadable. Her words echoed in his mind, stirring something he hadn't felt in a long time. Was it possible to be happy? The thought was both tantalizing and terrifying.

"Ivy," he began, his voice gruff with emotion. "I don't know if I can be what you want."

"You don't know that you can't be either" she said leaning in to kiss him.

Vice's eyes searched hers for a long moment before he finally leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was as much a plea for understanding as it was a declaration of his own feelings. It was a kiss that held the promise of something more than just the darkness that had consumed them both.

As they kissed, Ivy felt a gentle warmth spread through her, something she hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity.

It was as if the walls of the castle were melting away, leaving them in a bubble of passion and hope.

For the first time since her capture, she allowed herself to believe that there was a happy future for the two of them.

The kiss grew more intense, and Ivy felt Vice's grip on her waist loosen as his hands began to roam, exploring the curves of her body with a hunger that sent bolts of desire through her.

Despite the fear that lurked in the back of her mind, she gave herself over to the moment, her arms wrapping around his neck.

But as the passion grew, so did the tension between them. Ivy could feel the conflict raging within him, his body responding to her touch while his mind remained a fortress of anger and bitterness.

Her own feelings were a whirlwind of confusion.

How could she feel this way for someone who had taken her captive?

Yet, she knew that the tenderness she had seen was not a mirage.

There was something within Vice that yearned for connection, for love.

And she found herself wanting to give it to him. His kiss grew more demanding.

Her hands began to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. With a growl of impatience, he ripped her dress, his eyes never leaving hers. She gasped as the fabric ripped away from her skin, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the heat of their passion.

Ivy's hands were steady as she reached for the button of his pants, her heart racing with excitement.

She could feel his erection pressing against her, a stark reminder of the power he wielded over her.

With a swift motion, she unzipped him, allowing his cock to spring free.

It was as if a dam had broken within him, his hunger for her no longer contained by the veneer of civilized restraint.

Vice's eyes darkened as he watched her, his breath coming in short gasps. His gaze raked over her body, taking in every inch of her. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but also strangely powerful. This man, this monster, was at her mercy, driven mad with lust for her.

But then, he stopped. His hands hovered over her bare skin, and she could see the conflict playing out across his face. "What's wrong?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Vice's eyes snapped to hers, and she saw the fear in them. "I don't want to hurt you," he ground out, his voice thick with need. "I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

Ivy stepped closer, her heart racing. "You won't," she assured him, her voice low and seductive. "I'm not as fragile as you think."

He searched her eyes, looking for some sign of doubt, but all he found was a fierce determination. "Please, Vice," she begged, her voice thick with desire. "I need to feel you inside of me, please."

The words hung in the air, a raw, desperate plea that seemed to echo through the very stones of the castle.

For a moment, she thought he would push her away again, retreat behind his wall of anger and pain.

But instead, his expression softened, and he leaned down to kiss her, his hands gently caressing her bare skin.

She knew that she had unleashed something primal within him.

"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. A wicked 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 triumph at 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.