(Vivi x Crocodile) One Piece: The Princess and the Villain - Season I

15 - THE GRANTED WISH

Crocodile's smirk lingered as he pulled Vivi up from her knees, placing her on his lap with surprising tenderness. His strong hands, so often cold and calculating, now moved with an unexpected gentleness. He brushed a few strands of hair away from her face, his fingers tracing her soft lips, a rare moment of gratitude in his dark gaze. It was a gesture almost foreign to the man known for his ruthlessness.

Then, he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was slow and soft, far from the usual raw passion and dominance he exuded. For a brief moment, he was almost vulnerable, allowing a glimpse of something buried deep within him—something reserved only for her. The gentleness of it made Vivi's heart race in an entirely different way, catching her off guard.

He pulled back slightly, his lips hovering near hers as his thumb gently stroked her cheek. His voice was low, almost a whisper. "So, what do you want, Princess?" His eyes searched hers as though genuinely curious. "I could give you the world," he murmured, his lips trailing down to her neck, the heat of his breath sending shivers through her skin. "Or burn it for you. Whatever you wish."

Vivi's breath caught in her throat as his kisses descended lower, his lips brushing the curve of her breast, his words like a dangerous promise. But she didn't lose focus. She knew what she had to ask of him.

"You should release my friend," she said, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions. "For I've been a good girl for you, haven't I?"

Crocodile paused, his mouth hovering over her skin, and a dark chuckle rumbled from deep in his chest. He straightened up, his amber eyes locking with hers. "I offer you the world, yet you choose to save your friend?" His voice was tinged with amusement, as though her request genuinely entertained him.

He tilted his head, observing her with a mixture of affection and mockery. "Well, that's very much like you, Princess. Always thinking of someone else." His fingers continued to caress her skin, but there was an edge in his gaze now, a reminder of the power he still held.

Vivi's lips parted to speak, but he silenced her with a kiss—firmer this time, more possessive. It was his way of reminding her that, despite granting her request, he still held the upper hand. When he pulled away, there was a smirk on his lips, dark and knowing.

"Alright," he said finally, his voice a little softer. "I'll grant it. Your friend will be released, unharmed. Consider it a reward for your... performance."

His words were a mixture of mockery and genuine satisfaction, but as he spoke, his hand found the back of her neck, pulling her close again. "But remember, Vivi," he whispered against her ear, his breath warm against her skin, "I'll always want more from you. You'll never truly be free of me."

There was something in his tone—a mixture of affection and obsession—that sent a shiver down her spine. Crocodile was a man who didn't easily let go of what he desired, and now more than ever, it was clear that she was the center of his focus.

Vivi's heart raced. She had secured Koza's release, but at what cost? As she felt Crocodile's hands roaming her body again, she realized that this twisted dynamic between them was far from over. She had gotten what she wanted, but Crocodile had claimed something far deeper from her in return.

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Crocodile's grip tightened on Vivi as his smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of possessiveness and satisfaction. He could sense the vulnerability in her, the way she reacted to his words, and it thrilled him. This was a dance they both knew too well, a dangerous game of power and desire.

With a deliberate slowness, he leaned in again, capturing her lips with his. This kiss was urgent, filled with a desperate hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, every dip, igniting a fire within her that she had long since surrendered to. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down her neck, kissing and biting gently, leaving marks that would remind her of their connection long after the moment had passed.