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

"Guy, I won't be able to come with you" I turned around to face my sister who was getting out of the house. Dean was behind her, carrying her bags in his hands while I stood by Damian's car. "I'm needed at work and I'll be able to come only when I'm done" she explained.  


"What about Dean?" Damian asked from the driver seat.  


"He'll be coming with you as I have to take the car" Alena said as she flashed a sheepish smile in Dean's direction. Dean simply rolled his eyes and walked in our direction. My sister groaned when she realized that her husband was actually pissed at her. When I saw that Dean was going to sit in the backseat, I shook my head. 


Chapter 54: Road