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

"Someone called Damian and told him that you looked sexy in your black dress" Dean explained as he turned and looked at me. His eyes skimmed my body, then he turned back to look at the road. 


"He fucking followed you here" Damian said through clenched jaws. I knew that he was about to burst. He seemed so furious. 


"But he didn't do anything" I tried to reassure. Damian didn't say anything. In fact, no one said a thing. I sighed in exasperation. I was tired of this situation. "What does he fucking want?" I mumbled to myself as I stared at the road. We could feel the tension and the worry in the car. A few minutes later, we reached Rose's house and I was surprised to see a bunch of security guards. 


"Damn" Rose whispered from next to me when Damian parked. People were going to think that there were some celebrity staying at Rose's place. There were two security guards by the front door and three by the gate.


Chapter 57: Argument