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

"Stop" I begged. Jace turned to look at me. A sick grin appeared on his face. Oh no. He got another idea. 


"It would be too easy for you to just die" Jace told Damian and took a step backwards. "The only way for you to get hurt is through her" he continued as he walked to me. "Yeah, you're going to watch me take your mistake out of her" he said. Jace walked to me, then caressed my face with his hand. "It's going to hurt, love" he whispered to me. I spat on his face, making him close his eyes and take a deep breath. 


"Don't fucking touch me" I spat. He growled then ripped open my shirt, exposing my bra. I moved my head to the side to look at Damian who was struggling with the ropes. He looked so much in pain. I started struggling. I didn't want him touching me. He was now staring at me in awe. He seemed to be no longer pissed. He ran his fingers on my belly. 


Chapter 88: Trade