Chapter 221
Chapter 221:
A frown settled on my face as an image of Damon flashed in my mind.
His sharp jawline, smooth features, neck-length dark hair, and those piercing hazel eyes that perfectly complemented his complexion.
Damon was the most handsome man I had ever seen.
But would Devin and Dax surpass him?
It felt like an endless battle in my mind.
The more I tried to erase Damon from my thoughts, the more he clung to them.
I hated that I couldn’t stop thinking about him—despite how badly he had treated me.
“Are you alright, doll?” Devin’s voice pulled me back, his fingers lifting my chin.
“You seem distracted. Feeling guilty about letting us fuck your brains out?”
It took everything in me not to let my shock show on my face.
“I told you to stop thinking about him. He is dead to you,” Devin said firmly.
I could hear the jealousy laced in his words.
He is dead to me.
I repeated the words in my mind until Damon’s image finally faded.
Gone.
At least for now.
“Good girl,” Devin murmured, planting a soft kiss on my forehead before smiling at me.
Your new favorite is gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․cօm
Excitement welled up inside me again as I slowly reached for their masks.
But just as my fingers brushed against them, Dax caught my wrists and gently placed my hands back in my lap.
“We will reveal our faces to you on one condition,” he stated, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.
“Condition?” I repeated, staring at him in confusion.
“You will get to see us only if you agree to be blindfolded,” he said, drowning me in a sea of uncertainty.
“Blindfolded? But how will I see you if my eyes are covered? The whole point of removing your masks is so I can recognize you, not the other way around,” I argued, my voice laced with frustration.
A cold sweat formed on my forehead.
“That’s the only condition, baby,” Devin murmured.
“Whenever we have sex, we reveal our faces— but you stay blindfolded.”
I heaved a sigh, shooting them an irritated look.
“When is this whole bullshit going to end?”
The excitement of seeing them vanished instantly, replaced by frustration.
Hadn’t I earned their trust by now?
What else did they want from me?
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