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 was now tied up on the table. I was crying. I couldn't do anything but cry. Jace was putting on his gloves. Damian was clenching and unclenching his jaws. I knew that he was trying to figure something out. I took a deep breath and concentrated on the tear that was rolling down my cheek so that I wouldn't freak out. 


"Let's get started" I heard Jace mumbled with his back turned to me. I was now shaking. I tried to see what was in his hands and I preferred if I haven't seen a thing. 


The shiny blade in his hand just confirmed my thought. 


"You're such a coward" I turned to look at Damian. He seemed calm but there was fury in his eyes. What was he trying to do? I didn't want him hurt more. Jace turned to look at him. He fixed his eyes on him and put the blade back on the table. 


"You said what?" Jace questioned. Damian chuckled and rose his head to look at Jace. He was challenging him. What the fuck was wrong with him? 


Chapter 87: Claim