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

"Stay still Scarr! Otherwise I will have to remove your shirt for the further inquiry " He stated with a scornful smile. I stopped struggling, the moment his lips left those words, and inched back for him to continue his search.

He loosened his grip from my waist.

His warm hands started roaming from my sides to my back. My breathing got heavy each time he touched, making my stomach to do few flip flops. I let out a heavy breathe when he removed his hands from my sides.

He lifted his right hand and rested it on my collar bone, grazing it gently with his thumb.

"Are you done touching me?" I asked boring my grey eyes into his black one.

Blinking he removed his hand from there and inched himself back

"I guess You don't have anything, because the black colour bra your wearing underneath seems empty."

Chapter 28