Page 14 of Vexed

CHAPTER TWELVE

Lily

It has been ages since I’ve slept so well. But now I’m laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, replaying everything that had happened last night, over and over again in my head. The area between my legs are sensitive, a reminder of what he did to me and how I loved every fucking second of it.

I’ve never had an orgasm by oral before. Every time Austin would go down on me, I would pray for him to stop, because, to be honest, it didn’t feel good. At all. It just frustrated me because he would never get me to finish.

But last night, I’ve never felt anything like it and I wouldn’t mind feeling it again. Fuck, I might even chain him to me and keep his head between my legs for hours. Okay, enough.

Blowing out a breath, I finally get myself up. I’m still in last night’s Halloween costume. I need a shower asap. But as I swing my legs off the bed I notice something sitting in my desk chair. My grim reaper teddy. A smile creeps on to my lips as I slowly make my way towards it.

Behind it on the table is a single white daisy. My heart swells at the thought of Vex bringing me my teddy back and also leaving a daisy, a reminder of what he always used to do for me since childhood to cheer me up.

I make my way to the bathroom and start pulling off the wings that are now bent from sleeping with it still on, as well as the halo. Damn, he really didn’t even give me a chance to take my clothes off before he put his head between my legs.

Chuckling to myself, I turn the shower on and as I wait for it to heat up, I remove my dress but then I froze.

“What the hell?” I whisper as I graze my fingers over my thighs. Clear as day, dark hand marks bruise my skin. He bruised me—well, technically his shadows did, but still. How the fuck am I supposed to explain this? Fucking Vex.

Shaking my head, I hop in the shower and wash all the sweat of last night’s events from my body, sighing as the warmth washes over me. I reach for my favorite raspberry shampoo and lather my hands before massaging it into my hair.

After the well deserved shower, I throw on a black tank top and some sweat pants to cover up the marks he left before making my way out of the room.

“Hey, sleepy head,” Hannah says with her back turned to me as she pours herself a cup of coffee.

“Morning,” I say, before reaching for a piece of toast on the counter.

“Are you okay?” She suddenly asks, making me frown.

“Um, yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Jason told me what happened last night, you know, with Austin.” Oh. Right. That completely slipped my mind last night when I was being devoured by death himself.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I’m done with that asshole.” I state and she chuckles.

“Good. Oh, where’d your friend go? What’s his name?” She asks, and just the thought of him has a warmth spreading through my stomach.

“Vex. He—um, he brought me home and then left.” I say, avoiding eye contact as I take another bite of the toast.

“Oh, that’s nice of him. He said you guys were childhood friends. Why haven’t you mentioned him before?”

I froze. What am I supposed to say? I can’t exactly tell her the truth. And I can’t lie and tell her that he wasn’t important enough to mention—because he was. He was one of the most important people in my life. Hell, besides my parents, he was the only person in my life back then.

I finish chewing and swallow the toasted bread down with a sip of coffee before turning to her, “It was long before you and I met. And he…moved away. So, I didn’t think it was that important.” I lie anyway, giving her a smile before downing the rest of my cup.

She hums before finishing her coffee and grabbing her bag, “I have to meet up with Jason. He needs to pick up his new jersey for this weekend’s game. You wanna tag along?”

“Nope. Austin will probably be there, and if I see his face, I might do something that’ll land me in jail.” I state.

She laughs before giving me a small wave and exit out the apartment. To be honest, I’m not sure what I’ll do if I see that prick. He probably has a gazillion excuses to why he did what he did, but I honestly have zero fucks to give.

I need to try and get some writing done today, but I’ve had the biggest writers block in human history. I haven’t written anything merely good in over two months. And with Vex being back in my life, it hasn’t exactly gotten any better, in fact—it just got a lot worse.

Sighing, I rub my hands together and walk back to my room, pulling out the desk chair and plopping down. I open my laptop and open my writing app.

I stared at a blank page for almost twenty minutes now before an idea hit me like a train. I quickly grab my diaries and slowly swipe through the pages. A smile pulls at my lips as I re-read every page, “Thanks for the idea, Vex.”

Writing a erotic romance about the Grim Reaper is not a bad idea—in fact, who wouldn’t want to read about all the nasty and delicious things a almost seven foot, sexy, dark-haired and sex deprived angel of death can do?

I chuckle to myself as my fingers skim across the keys. One thing is for sure, I will throw myself off a bridge if he ever sees this.

I stare into my cup of coffee, watching the brown and white hues mix together as I stir the hot liquid. It’s been three days since I last saw Vex.

After that night in my bedroom, he disappeared like always, and I’ve not seen him since. What if he realized that things went too far? Maybe it did. I don’t know how to feel or what to think anymore.

He’s edged in my brain, consuming every part of my mind. I think I’m going fucking insane. How fucked up would it be if one day I just wake up and everything was just a dream? Ugh.

“It’s great that you started writing again. Do you mind telling me what it’s about?” Hannah says, breaking me out of my trance.

I lift my eyes and she wiggles her eyebrows causing me to let out a dry chuckle. She came home early that day I started writing again and she almost tackled me out of excitement. She’s my biggest fan and I adore her support more than anything.

“Well, it’s a story about, uh—the Grim Reaper, I guess,” I say nervously.

“Oh, let me guess. That friend, Vex.”

My stomach drops as I snap my gaze to her. She can’t know, could she? Oh fuck. Please.

“Um, what do you mean?”

“His costume on Halloween. He was the Grim Reaper, a fucking hot one if I might add.” She says, fanning her face with her hands.

Fuck. Me. I let out a long breath and nod before laughing along with her. Paranoid is an understatement at this point.

My mind clouds with the memories of that night. His penetrating gaze, his shadows enveloping my body, his deliciously skilled tongue that knew exactly what to do. I feel heat rush to my face as I replay the image of him between my legs over and over again. Jesus, get a grip woman.

After leaving Carrie’s Cafe, we head to the nearest clothing store. This is like our own type of tradition. At least twice a week we would go to Carrie’s Cafe and then head to do some shopping.

Hannah wanted to pick out something to wear to the game this weekend. I have no idea what it is with her and getting stuff done at the last minute.

As we walk and chat, a sound of a crow catches my attention. I discreetly gaze around me, and there across the street on one of the railings of a restaurant sits a few crows. I watch each one of them, trying to figure out if one of them is him.

Some of them peck around on the pole, others flop down and search for food on the ground. But one stands out to me, he sits completely still, watching me. It’s him. I just know it.

Hello there, Mr death. I say the words in my head. The bird cocks his head slightly before a deep voice resonates in my mind causing me to let out a gasp.

Hello to you, pretty girl.

“Everything alright?” Hannah asks.

I dragged my gaze back to her before giving a small smile, “Yep, all good.” I’ll never get used to the overwhelmingly dizzy feeling I get every time he invades my mind.

It’s the same feeling you get when you’ve spun around in a circle for too long. But the feeling only lasts a few seconds—depending on how long he wants to stay in my head.

We were in about three more shops before she finally found something she wanted to wear and I practically clapped my hands when we finally got home. And of course, Jason was here waiting for her to take her out for an early dinner.

She really likes him, and as far as I can tell—he likes her too. Let’s just hope he’s not as much of an asshole like Austin.

I grab a glass from the cupboard and pour myself a glass of water before heading to my room. As I open my door, I let out a yelp and the glass slips from my hand, shattering on the floor. Fucking hell.

Vex stares at me amused as I shoot daggers at him, kneeling down to pick up the glass scattered on the floor. It’s his fucking fault, the least he could do is help me.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He casually says.

“If I cut myself with this glass, I’m going to strangle you.” I retorted, pulling a chuckle out of him that has my insides turning liquid.

“Promise?” He teases as he takes a seat at my desk and watches me intensely.

I try and fail to ignore the warm feeling building in my lower belly, playing out the image in my head.

I wonder what he’d look like to be the one beneath me , begging for my mercy.

After I successfully picked up every piece of glass and wiped up the water that splattered all over the place, I placed my hands on my hips and glared at him. By the look on his face, he finds my annoyance very amusing. Bastard.

“Thanks for helping,” I say sarcastically.

“You did such a good job all on your own, I didn’t want to intervene—plus, I was afraid if I came too close, you would stab me with a piece of glass.”

I huff, walking over to my bed and flop down.

“You know,” he starts. “I don’t remember giving you permission to write such…erotic stories about me.” My heart basically stops beating as I jolt up from the bed and stare at him with wide eyes.

It feels like I just fucking died and my soul went to hell.

“W—what?” I stammer, my heart pounding in my chest.

He smirks, slightly turning and grabbing my notes off the desk. He clears his throat before reading what I wrote down.

“He pulled me down onto his lap, my back facing him and each leg on either side of his own before he demanded I ‘ride his thigh like the needy little slut I am’ .“ He finishes, lifting his silver eyes to meet my wide blue ones.

Heat rushes to my face and I wish a hole can appear under me right now and swallow me in.

“Is that what you want, darling? For me to force you to use me for your own pleasure all while degrading you?” His voice drops low, his eyes flicking to a darker shade of gray.

“I—um.” I stammer, unsure of what the hell I am suppose to say. Yes. That’s what I want to say. Yes, that’s exactly what I want. But I can’t seem to get it past my lips. Instead, I abruptly get up from the bed and start making my way to the door.

“I need to go and get a new glass of water—“ I try making an excuse to leave, but the door shuts in my face with two dark shadowed hands making me stop in my tracks.

“Lily.” His warning tone sends shivers down my spine and I slowly turn to face him. He places the notes back on the desk, before leaning back in the chair, spreading his legs slightly wider and giving a light double tap on his thigh.

“Come and show me exactly how you want it.”

I hesitate for a moment before averting my gaze to the floor. “I—really need to get that glass of water.”

Glass of water? What the hell is wrong with me? Using a glass of water as an excuse. How pathetic.

“I suggest you do as you’re told and get your pretty ass over here. Don’t make me ask twice.” He demands, his tone low, accompanied with a distorted animalistic sound in his voice.

Before I could react, one of his shadow hands wrapped around my throat, pulling me closer to where he is sitting.

The hand disappears and Vex leans forward, his hands finding the curve of my waist, grazing his fingers over my hips and hooking his fingers in the waistband of my sweatpants before gradually pulling them down. I step out of them and he tosses them to the other side of the room.

I feel so exposed, only standing in my white laced panties and a black tank top while his eyes scan over my body. His eyes land on my inner thighs and he leans closer, tracing his fingers softly over the fading marks that his shadows had left.

He smirks as he leans back, tapping his thigh again. “Have a seat, darling.”