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

"A glass of wine?" Damian asked as he walked to the kitchen. I followed behind, not really knowing what to do. Wait. I knew what I came to do here but I didn't know what Damian was waiting for. Once we reached the kitchen, he motioned me to sit on a chair while he walked to the drawers and pulled out two glasses. Then he took an expensive shit bottle of wine before walking to me. He pulled the chair in front of me and settled himself. He poured the wine in complete silence. I blinked several times. I didn't know how to break that silence and we could feel tension reigning in the room. Sexual tension. The looks that he was giving me was enough to make me fidget in my seat. 


Chapter 32: Unwanted