Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

Felon

/fè-lun/

Cruel; Wicked.





I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago.





"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath.

[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]







I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed.







"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders.







"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes.







"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."