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

"Athena!" I heard Dean yell from the guest room. I was sitting next to Damian on the couch and we were all listening to Patrick talking about his school life. My eyes widened when I realized that Dean might have already noticed that his keys were missing. The next thing I knew, Dean was running down the stairs and he was now standing in front of me while breathing heavily. He bent then rested his hands on his knees and he took a deep breath before standing properly. I smiled sheepishly when I saw the glares that he was sending in my direction. 


Chapter 59: Isaac