Why Does Zane Wear A Mask Over His Mouth Mga Nobela at Kwento

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

Regor asked her. She smiled and spoke again. "Sure!" She replied softly. "So, because you'll just come with me later. Can you just take your mask? I saw your face again last time so take off your mask please,"he asks her. "Sure. But it's not allowed to show it to everyone. You know that I'm also protecting my dignity. So, can I come later? Let's go out." "Okay. By the way, what time can you go out?"

His touch was the only thing in this world that didn't feel like a lie. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the edge of my mask, right where the ivory met the sensitive skin of my jaw. "Let me take it off," he groaned, his voice thick with a raw, masculine need. "Let me see the fire in your eyes when I touch you like this."

No trace, except for the feeling of a kiss Zane could still feel on his mouth, the lingering his scent on his skin. He dressed slowly. His shirt—torn. Belt—missing. His jeans were rumpled, boots abandoned near the door. He found his reflection in the black sheen of the piano's lid. His hair was a mess. His lips a little swollen. His throat marked with fingers of purpling ghosts. And yet, he felt powerful. No silk today. No performance. Only truth. He stepped out into the hallway, locking the door behind him. Whatever happened in that room had been sacred. And he wasn’t going to let it become something vulgar.

"Take it down! Quit causing trouble!" Damon's gang of cronies instantly jumped in to swarm me with comments and insults. As I sat there sipping my water and watching them lose their minds, I couldn't feel any better. Finally, I set my phone down and turned to the he-wolf beside me. "Is it true that you're… Zane Duskbane?" Wearing a cap and mask, Zane was dressed in black from head to toe, which completely covered every inch of his skin. He nodded at my question.

“We’re gonna need some bomb charges even. We’d rig every corner of this village.” He walked away with slow steps. “What for?” “Kris is right. I don’t like being threatened, let alone be treated like a peasant. You won’t even need the mask anymore when we’re done.” Two men were already waiting for us at the entrance. Zane smirked at me and walked up to them, spreading his arms apart. They blindfolded him and moved to me. I followed Zane’s pattern and spread my arms apart too when they tried to pull my mask off.

Those were cold. “You know who I am,” he said, his tone almost mocking. “And I know what you did.” “What are you talking about?” I snapped, wincing as one of the masked men tightened their grip on my arm, twisting it painfully. “I don’t know you, man. Let me go!” Zane’s smile faded, replaced by a look of impatience. He stood, towering over me, and gestured to his men. “Hold him up.”

He frowns and starts looking around, his eyes scanning the crowd like he’s searching for something… or someone. Then his eyes land on me. I see the shock flicker across his face, just for a split second. His cool mask slips, and for the briefest of moments, there’s discomfort, maybe even fear in his eyes. Then, just as quickly, it’s gone, replaced with that same cold, calculating look I’ve come to know so well. But I know what I saw. Zane knows I’m here, and it rattles him. Good. He starts to move, slipping through the crowd with purpose, clearly trying to make a quick exit.

That seems to please him a lot because he smiles and does a mock salute with two fingers before being escorted by one of my sentinels toward the emergency door. With Black out of sight, I waited a few more minutes before taking a long drag of the air in the room. I had to make sure not a trace of him was left, not even his pheromones, and I was glad to perceive nothing. He was good at his job, and it turned out he had already masked his pheromones. I had no idea when he did that, but I was glad he did, because rash and immature as he was, Zane was meticulous and it would be a shame if he started to suspect anything before our plans were even set in motion.

We looked like a powerful couple in love - perfect! But wait... Why is Zac wearing a mask again? "Hold on, I don't like that mask of yours, Zac take it off!" I ordered, but he just smiled. "Let's go, baby. In times like this, my mask is very useful." That was his only explanation? How is it useful? I couldn't even see his handsome face. Zac is being mysterious again. Whatever, I thought. "If you're comfortable with that, then let's go!" I said.