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

I felt someone move next to me. Oh shit. I fell asleep. Was Damian home yet? I quickly opened my eyes, not caring that the light was going to be irritating. My eyes searched the entire room until it stopped on someone. Alena. She was staring at me, a frown on her face. Something was wrong. I quickly sat up, then rubbed my eyes. 


"Is he home?" I asked. I looked for my phone and noticed that it was by the pillow. I quickly took it, then unlocked it. It was six in the morning. The frown on my sister's face was proving that something was wrong. It was disturbing. She slowly shook her head. 


Chapter 81: Message