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

I laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Damian was somewhere in this house. He was most probably in his office. I should start looking for a job but where should I start looking? That was the question that was bothering me. Maybe I should consider Dean's offer to help me. I groaned and sat on the bed. It was getting boring here. 


I put on a huge sweater on my short and got out of the room while humming a song. Damian's house was huge. Didn't he feel alone here? I walked to the living room and let my body fall on the couch. Night was slowly falling. Why not watch a movie? Even though I knew Damian was in the house, it felt as if I was alone. 


"What are you doing?" I turned my head to see Damian walking to me. He was wearing a black shirt and a blue jeans. Damn. He was always so good looking. 


"I was going to watch a movie" I told him while pulling the remote control to me. 


Chapter 41: Talk