"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?
Two different worlds.
Domination or submission?
What happens when two persons get into a thrilling, confusing and intense relationship?
Love or hatred?
Read to find out!
"What phone call?" I asked.
"Someone called Damian and told him that you looked sexy in your black dress" Dean explained as he turned and looked at me. His eyes skimmed my body, then he turned back to look at the road.
"He f*****g followed you here" Damian said through clenched jaws. I knew that he w……
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