Hauntingly Beautiful | Vox x Reader x Alastor

🍋‍🟩Chapter Thirteen🍋‍🟩

Vox and I have been dating now for a few days, and I can't help but notice that Vox hasn't told a single soul about our relationship. I'm not sure if he's just being discreet or if he's scared of another publicity stunt going wrong again.

We are currently sitting on a couch in his penthouse, my legs thrown across his lap as we watch some trashy reality TV show. He absentmindedly runs a hand over my ankle as we watch, his attention seemingly split between the show and me.

His touch is light, but possessive. His other hand rests on my thigh, his fingers rubbing small circles on it. "You said Velvette recommended this show?" He asks as he raises an eyebrow.

"Yup." I say popping the 'p'. "It's so bad that it's actually somewhat entertaining." I grin at him as I tilt my head. He lets out a small laugh, his hand moving further up my thigh. "Velvette's taste in TV is... unique, to say the least."

I let out a laugh. "You've barely watched the show so I don't think your opinion counts." He smirks at me, his hand now moving up even higher. "You're right, I think my attention has been a bit... diverted."

"Clearly." I reply as I change positions to straddle his lap. He laughs, his hands suddenly gripping my hips, pulling me even closer. "You're certainly not helping with my focus, doll."

I place my hands on his shoulders. "Whoops." He lets out a low growl, his grip on my hips tightening slightly. "You know, you really shouldn't tease me like that." TheOne of my hands goes to tilt his face up to meet my gaze. "And how am I teasing you love?" He smirks, his eyes meeting my gaze.

"Sitting on my lap like this, pressing your body against mine... You know what it does to me, doll." I lean further into him. "Sounds like a you problem."

He laughs, his hand gripping my hip tightly. "Oh, doll, you can be a real troublemaker when you want to be." He suddenly flips me onto my back, pinning me down effortlessly beneath him.

I let out a small yelp not expecting him to do that. "Ah you're getting bold. Don't like being a bottom?" I tease. He grins down at me, his gaze filled with desire.

"Oh, I have no problem with being on the bottom, doll. But something about having you pinned down beneath me just feels right." My eyes look him up and down before meeting his gaze again. "Now that you have me here, what are you going to do lover boy?"

Vox chuckles as his hand holds my hands above my head while his free hand finds its way to my waist. "Oh, doll, I have plenty of ideas about what I want to do to you. But I think I'll start with this."

He leans down and kisses me hungrily, his tongue quickly parting my lips and exploring my mouth. He lets out a small growl as he feels my body arch up into the kiss. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine. His hips press down into mine, pinning me to the couch.

He continues to kiss me hungrily as his hand on my waist moves up under my shirt, his touch leaving a trail of fire on my skin. My body shudders at his touch as I let out a small moan.

He laughs against my lips, pulling back for a moment to gaze at me. "You make such pretty noises for me, doll." He then leans back down and begins planting kisses along my jawline and down my neck.

As his hands continue to roam under my shirt I have to hold in a snicker as his hand immediately stops when he realizes I don't have a bra on. "Of course you're not wearing a bra." He mutters, his grip on my waist tightening as a smirk spreads across his lips.

"Gotta free the girls every once in a while." I say as I begin to laugh. He laughs with me, his hand moving up to cup one of my breasts. I arch into his touch slightly as his thumb gently rubs over my nipple.