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

Eyes wide, I loured at him and took few steps backward just to collide with the sink, and gripped the sink with my hands.

In seconds he was in front of me, keeping only few inch distance between us.

"I didn't steal any money" I spatted on his face with a death glare.

His six foot frame towered over mine and he dipped his head in my face level whilst gripping both my hands that were kept on the sink with his own . I could feel the smoke of his cigarette on my right hand. I tried to remove his hands from mine, but he didn't bulged a bit. I inched my head back a bit. In response he inched more closer near my lips.

He smelled like cigarette and grapefruit.

"Am I making you nervous Scarr!" He aske in a breathy voice, dangerously close to my lips.

I inched myself back again and said sternly "Move!"

Chapter 26