ErzaLockhart_8373

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."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

He pressed himself more this time.

Our present state felt like déjà vu to me and I pushed him hard away from me. He inched a bit closer to my lips. This time he didn't smell like musk but something like after shave and strategy he smelled good.

"Scarr, I told you many times" while tightening his grip on my hairs whilst thrusting himself more and said gritting his teeth "If you act like a bitch, I'll like a beast. "

I jabed my oh so tiny nails into his shirt to add intimidation to my actions.

But the thing he did next, made out an audible gasp from my lips. He shoved his hand inside my shirt and gripped my side so firmly that I'm sure there's going to be pink bruises on my skin. I tried removing his warm hand, which was gripping my side so firmly, but in response he just tightened his grip.

Chapter 17