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

"Holy shit!" Alena gasped when she saw me. I simply looked at her in confusion. Her eyes moved to Damian who was standing behind me. I turned around to look at Damian. He still had that annoying but still sexy smirk on his face. 


"What were you guys doing out there?" Dean asked while wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive way. 


"Sweetheart, you should take a look at your neck" Alena said while offering me a sheepish smile. I touched my neck and felt a little bit sore. I turned to look at Damian with wide eyes. Without losing another second, I ran to the toilet. I opened the door and dashed in. Surprisingly, it was empty. I turned to look at myself in the mirror. My neck was covered with huge ass love bites. After a few seconds, the door opened and Damian walked in, then locked it. 


Chapter 66: Club Sex