Lechna_Baram

"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground. 

      "Why are you touching me? Am a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back at me and didn't answer. Didn't he just call me a whore? He buried his face back in my neck and lightly blow on my face. That felt good. Damn good. When his lips made contact with my skin, i bit my lips to stop a moan. I could feel his hands letting my wrists free. My hands fell on his shoulders. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the feelings that I was getting. What the hell was he doing to me?

Masked Feelings

My head was in such a pain. I put my hand on my forehead while silently praying for the ache to stop. Why did I have to drink so much? Slowly, I opened my eyes and noticed that I wasn't in my room. I blinked several times and then it finally hit me. I was in Damian's room. I stared at the bed and saw that the pillow next to me was crunched, meaning that Damian slept next to me. I smiled and slowly pushed the covers away. Where was he then? When my feet touched the cold floor, I shivered slightly. I realized that I only had a shirt on me. It smelt like him. Damian must have taken off my clothes. I yawned as I stood up and stretched my arms. 


"Athena!" I heard Damian's sexy voice call. I froze. My arms stretched in the air and my mouth wide open. I blinked several times before finally settling myself. I ran my fingers through my hair and made my way to the where I heard Damian's voice. I finally saw him. 


Chapter 28: Claiming What’s his