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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?

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Chapter 23:Possessiveness

In three days, Alena will be walking down the aisle. Things have been going well. I did my best to avoid Rosemary and surprisingly, she was keeping her distance from Damian. Luckily, my sister did not question me about my presence in Damian's room three days ago. I sat on the couch that was in my room and stared at Thomas's sleeping figure. A knock on the door made me ran towards it in a sprint so that the knocking would stop. I didn't want Thomas to wake up because he was pretty much tired. I opened the door to see Jasmine standing there with a smile on her face.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a sigh. I walked out of the room and closed the door slowly.

"Nothing much. What about you?" i questioned as we walked down the corridor to the main stairs. Jasmine was holding her phone in her hands tightly. I realized that she was a phone addict. I wonder how she would survive if I took her phone away.