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

"Here!" I heard Isaac shout over the music. I turned around and smiled when I saw him with a bottle of beer. I took it from his hand and turned back to look at the door. Damian was still not back yet. I groaned and took off the cap of the bottle. He could have taken care of his work later, right? 


"Stop glaring at the door, will you?" Dean asked. I turned and glared at him instead but my glares quickly disappeared when I noticed my sister standing behind him. Seems like Dean was still not aware of his presence. He took a gulp of the beer that was in front of him. Just as he was about to put it on the table, Alena took it in her hands. Dean turned around to look at the person and when he realized that it was his wife, a big smile appeared on his face. 


Chapter 65: Dancing