Masked Feelings

"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?

Lechna_Baram · Urban

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Chapter 22: Balcony

"Damian, what's wrong?" I questioned softly as his eyes fixed themselves on my lips. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He let go of my hands and then put them on the either side of my head. He rested his forehead against mine.

"I need you" he said and I could hear the control that was present in his voice. "Right now" he then said through gritted teeth. I blinked several times and before I even processed what was happening, Damian was already pulling me towards his room.

"Damian!" I exclaimed while tugging on my hand. What the hell was wrong with him? I let him pull in his room and once the door was locked, I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I questioned as my eyes skimmed my wrist which was already red because of his tight grib. He walked towards me with his eyes on me. I gulped slightly, knowing that I was ready to give him whatever he wanted.

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