Page 15 of Vexed

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Vex

Seeing her like this might be the best thing I have ever laid my eyes on. And I’ve been around a long fucking time, so that says something.

She stares at me for a moment, her cheeks flushed before she slowly turns and throws one leg over mine. My eyes are glued to her perfect ass as she sits on my thigh, both her hands going to my knee for support.

Just the sight of her nearly naked body sat on me is enough to make me want to just say ‘fuck it’, bend her over this desk and fuck her until she can’t even remember her own name.

Fuck. Just hold it together.

I wait for her to start moving, but she doesn’t and I can practically feel the tremble in her body. So, only for a second—I slip into her mind.

What am I supposed to do now? I don’t know what I have to do.

Her mind is racing and I can’t help but let out a chuckle before deciding to lend a hand—or two, just to get her going.

My shadows emerge from my chest, dark hands that wrap around her waist making her jump. She snaps her head down, watching as they grip her a bit tighter and gently grind her back and forth. She lets out a soft whimper and starts to grind along.

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, reaching out and grabbing her by the nape of her neck making her gasp.

She might think I’m letting her do this for her pleasure, but in reality—this is all for me.

Her body is mine.

Her pleasure is mine.

She is mine .

Strained moans fall from her lips, the sweet sounds are music to my ears.

I let go of her neck, grazing my hand down her back before hooking my finger under the hem of her shirt and start pulling it over her head.

She doesn’t stop me, instead she lifts her arms for me to get it over her head before tossing it to the side.

She starts to pick up the pace, grinding faster and harder against my thigh as louder moans echo throughout the room.

“Such a needy girl, aren’t you?” I tease, feeling my cock twitch as she nods her head. Her moans grow louder as she grinds faster, and I can tell she’s close. A wave of satisfaction washes over me as I wait for her to make a mess all over me, but my smirk falters as she abruptly stops moving.

Her chest heaves and she turns her head slightly before speaking softly. “I don’t wanna ruin your fancy clothes.”

Is she serious? Who the fuck cares?

I scoff before grabbing the nape of her neck and pulling her back against my chest. My lips graze her ear, and I can feel her heart pounding against me as I cup one of her breasts, squeezing softly before whispering, “Either you cum on me or not at all.”

“That’s not fair. There’s plenty of ways to make that happen.” She breathes.

“Correct. But that won’t happen unless you beg for it,“ I say, leaving a trail of soft kisses along her jaw.

“Never gonna happen. I don’t beg,” she states as she tries to pull away from me but I yank her back, tightening my grip.

“In case you didn’t know, little human—I am a man of patience. I have all the time in the world to make you beg,”

She stays silent for a moment, shifting on my thigh. My leg is already so fucking wet from her grinding on it and now she chooses to be modest. Hilarious.

“Go on. Beg for me, little human.”

She lets out a frustrating groan, but then she’s silent again. I can do this all fucking day.

But then she lifts her hand and softly taps the side of her head. I immediately catch on and slip back into her mind.

Please.

A smirk forms on my lips and I shake my head. “Tsk tsk. Not this time. I want to hear it out loud,” I taunt.

She turns her head, her eyes locking with mine and I don’t miss the glare that she gives me. I flash her a smile before letting go of her breast, my hand grazing along her stomach and cupping her soaking pussy.

Her mouth falls open as I start to rub her clit through the fabric.

“Come on, darling. Beg .”

She blows out a long breath, letting her head fall back against my shoulder and starts to grind against my hand before finally uttering. “Please, Vex.”

Fuck. That’s all I needed to hear before I gripped her underwear, ripping it off her. Grabbing her by the waist, I lift her off my leg and place her on my lap, her back still facing me. Without having to ask, she opens her legs wider and I ease a finger into her, slowly dragging it back out.

She starts squirming as I add another finger, picking up the pace. Every non-existing nerve in my body would’ve been on fire as I felt her dripping down my hand with each thrust of my fingers.

“I’m going to keep you all to myself,” I say next to her ear. “And if anyone tries to take you from me—I’ll kill them.”

“You’re not allowed to kill people,” She says through strained moans.

I smirk against her neck and couldn’t help myself as I harshly bit into her soft flesh making her gasp. I place a soft kiss beneath her ear before whispering, “When it comes to you—I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”

I curl my fingers up, feeling the softness of her g-spot under my fingertips and I keep going. Her breath quickens and a loud moan explodes out of her as she grabs a hold of my forearm.

I’m trying my best not to lose control as her ass grinds against my dick, chasing her high.

I can tell she’s close by how her pussy grips my fingers and the uncontrollable sounds that fall from her mouth.

“That’s it, darling. Cum for me.” I purr.

Her legs start to shake, her nails digging into the flesh of my forearm before she comes crashing down. “Vex!”

I can’t stop the groan that rumbles through my chest as I witness her fall apart. The sight of her, the sound, the feeling of her cum that drips from my fingers as I pull them out is enough to make me fucking go insane.

Her body lays weak and drained on top of me and she watches breathlessly as I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean. Fuck.

Suddenly, she jumps off my lap and reaches for my pants, but I grab her wrist.

“I want this.” She simply says, continuing to reach for it. I watch her flushed face, keeping my hold on her wrist. Her dilated eyes narrow at me and I can’t help but smile.

I would give anything to fuck this woman. But not right now…not yet.

“You’re not ready for this yet, darling.” I say and she backs up as I rise from the chair. Her eyes instantly drop to my crotch and I know why. I’m rock fucking hard.

“Now, get some rest and continue writing. I believe you got enough inspiration.” I say, swiping the back of my hand over her naked breasts.

Before she could argue, the portal shimmered into existence, right where it always did. Annoying. I hate portals. Dusty, inconvenient things. I was already turning towards it when I felt a tug. Not the usual pull of the underworld, but a weight?

Dammit. Had I snagged the rug again?

I glanced back over my shoulder, already formulating a complaint to whoever was in charge of portal placement. Instead of a rug, I saw Lily.

Lily. Standing there. Glowing with that ethereal light that always spewed out of these damn things. Naked.

“Lily, no!” I snapped, my voice sharper than intended. The pull intensified, and there was a brief moment where I could see the shocked, confused expression on her face before whump . Down the rabbit hole we went.

The Underworld hit like a brick wall. The air here always tasted like iron and regret, and the screams of the damned souls… well, you get used to them. My boots crunched on the obsidian floor as I landed, the force jostling me enough to lose my perfectly cultivated air of indifference.

But then I remembered.

I spun around. And there she was. Lily. Standing in Vuamorta, looking like she’d just stepped out of a particularly messy porn shoot. Her eyes were wide, darting around the desolate landscape. The sulfurous fumes were probably stinging her nostrils. And, oh yeah, she was fucking naked.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

Her eyes finally locked onto mine. “Vex? Where are we?” Her voice was a shaky whisper, barely audible above the moans echoing from the distance. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering not just from the cold, but from sheer, understandable terror.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. This was just spectacularly bad. I mean, I reap souls for a living, I deal with eternal damnation on a daily basis, but this ? This was a PR disaster waiting to happen. And a logistical nightmare.

“Okay, don’t panic,” I said, trying to sound reassuring. “We’re...somewhere else. Not a good ‘somewhere else’. And you’re...undressed.”

She glanced down, her cheeks flaming even in the gloom. “No shit, Sherlock,” she mumbled, her voice gaining a bit of its usual sass.

I sighed. Sarcasm. That was good. Meant she wasn’t completely catatonic.

“Right. Okay. First things first,” I said, mentally listing off the Underworld’s bureaucratic hoops I was about to have to jump through. “We need to get you clothed. And then we need to get you back.”

I gestured vaguely around us. “Just... try not to touch anything. Seriously. Everything here bites, scratches, or curses.”

She gulped and shrank back, pressing herself against a particularly jagged rock formation. Which, I suddenly realized, probably wasn’t the best choice.

“Actually, don’t touch that either,“ I said hastily. “It weeps the tears of condemned poets. It’s…unpleasant.” She jumped away from the rock, looking at it like it’s some kind of beast trying to attack her.

“This is gonna be a long day.” I muttered, mostly to myself.

Before I could even begin to explain the intricacies of Underworld fashion, a low growl echoed through the air. It sounded hungry. And judging by the way Lily’s eyes widened again, it was probably heading our way.

“Okay, new plan,” I announced, already bracing myself. “Run.”

I grabbed Lily by the arm, practically dragging her through the obsidian archway.

“Move it, darling! Unless you want to be kibble for an Erebus reject.”

We bolted into the tower’s entrance hall, the heavy oak door slamming shut behind us, muffling the beast’s enraged bellows.

Lily, bless her clueless soul, was staring wide-eyed at the scene before her. Her skin, usually flushed with life, was pale, and that probably had nothing to do with the fact she was completely bare.

I snagged a nearby reaper’s robe—black, voluminous, and probably smelled faintly of sulfur—and shoved it at her.

“Put. It. On.”

She fumbled with the thick fabric, finally managing to swaddle herself in it. The robe swallowed her whole. Honestly, she looked like a small, naked human trying to play dress-up as the Grim Reaper. I stifled a laugh.

Now slightly less exposed, she finally took in her surroundings. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and bewilderment, darted around the colossal space.

“What is this place?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “It looks… like a gothic office?”

Okay, she wasn’t entirely wrong. I sighed, raking a hand through my hair. “This is the Morta Tower, darling. Central headquarters for the Department of Death, and the bane of my existence.”

Soaring ceilings were supported by skeletal arches, stained-glass windows depicting scenes of, well, death and dying, cast an eerie kaleidoscope of light across the marble floor.

Instead of pews, there were rows upon rows of desks, each cluttered with stacks of parchment, quills, and the occasional bone paperweight. And the noise .

The place was a cacophony of scratching quills, hushed whispers, the rustling of paperwork, and the occasional mournful moan emanating from one of the unfortunate souls trapped in the processing queue.

Lily gaped. “The… Department of Death? You’re kidding, right?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” I retorted, gesturing around with a sweep of my arm. “See those guys hunched over those desks? They’re filing your paperwork. Determining your fate. All that jazz.”

She stared, transfixed, as a particularly grim-looking reaper in a pair of spectacles frantically stamped forms with a skull-shaped seal. Another was arguing heatedly with a small, flickering flame—probably a newly deceased soul disputing its placement in the afterlife.

“So… everyone who dies comes here?”

“Eventually. First stop is usually processing, then they get sorted based on, you know, their life choices. Ethereal, Purgatory, reincarnation... the works.” I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling the familiar headache of dealing with bureaucratic nightmares rearing its ugly head.

“Look, we need to keep moving. This place is a maze, and that thing outside won’t give up easily.

” I started leading her further into the tower, past rows of filing cabinets overflowing with souls’ life histories, past whispering librarians archiving the sins of humanity, past the water cooler where a group of grim reapers were gossiping about the latest soul celebrity death.

Lily stumbled along after me, still wide-eyed and clutching the robe around her like a lifeline. Every so often, she’d stop and stare, her human brain struggling to process the sheer absurdity of the afterlife bureaucracy.

“So, like, do you have a boss?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. I shuddered.

“Let’s just say he’s not exactly HR-compliant.

And trust me, you do not want to meet him.

Now, come on. We need to find a way out of here, before that beast breaks down the door or.

..“ I paused, noticing a particularly agitated-looking reaper marching toward us. Ophiel. “before he finds me. Dammit.”