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 was sitting in my office, already planning Damian's meeting for tomorrow so that I wouldn't have to do it and lose time the next day. My phone beeped two times, signalling me that I got a message. I took a deep breath and pulled my phone from my back. 


I stared at the messsage, trying to fix a plan about how I was going to meet him, without Damian freaking out or tagging along. Maybe Damian should come. Jace seemed to be unpredictable and unstable. My eyes drifted to my wrist where the mark of his tight grip was still present. I picked up the phone that I was on my desk and dialled Damian's number. I was too lazy to actually stand up and walk to his office. 


"Yes, Miss Amington " He answered, his voice deep and husky. Since when was I called 'Miss Amington'? I cleared my throat and tried to focus on what I needed to tell him. 


Chapter 45: Work is over