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 17: Discussion

I stared at him for a few seconds, then my eyes trailed down his neck, where there was trace of pink lipstick. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignored the burning sensation that was creeping over my heart.

It was only sex, Athena.

"Yes" i answered calmly then resumed with putting the biscuits in the cupboard. How many freaking biscuit and snacks did Alena buy?

"Look at me when I'm talking to you" he breathed. He sounded as if he was controlling himself. Damn. He sounded so hot. I scoffed, then turned to look at him. Just as I was about to tell him that he could just go and fuck himself, Alena walked in the kitchen and stopped when she saw Damian and I.

"What are you guys doing?" She asked suspiciously as she approached the cupboard and took out a packet of biscuit.

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