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

It was around ten already. I was not sleepy. I was nervous. More anxious. Where the hell was Damian? He would usually be home by nine? Three weeks already passed by since the announcement. Nothing happened. Everything has been going perfectly well, until now. I tried calling Damian several times but he wouldn't answer. My phone rang in my hand, giving me hope that it was him. But my hope was soon crushed when I realized that it was my sister. Maybe she would have an idea to where my boyfriend was. 


"Any news from him, yet?" she asked, crushing this hope as well. I sighed and walked to the balcony.


"No" I breathed. It was so unlike him not to answer a call. I could hear Alena shuffling in the background. 


Chapter 80: Where is he?