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

"Damian" I called from the guest room. My hands were shaking as I held the small piece of paper that was tucked in my hang bag. I breathed in and breathed out to control myself. I didn't want to cry or break down. I heard the steps and then Damian, followed by Dean walked in the room. When Damian saw my facial expression, the smile on his face disappeared. 


"What's wrong?" He asked quickly. I turned the little piece of paper in his direction so that he could read what was written in what seems like blood. 


"What does he mean by 'one of you' " Dean asked. Damian walked to me and took the piece of paper from my hand. He observed it carefully, trying to see what else he could get from this little piece of paper. 


"It means that he's going to attack one of us soon" I told him, my voice trembling. 


"Where did you find that?" Damian asked. I pointed to my handbag. He rose his head in confusion. 


Chapter 67: One of You soon.