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

My heart beat started rating faster with each step I took towards his cabin. Pictures of me and Hueson inside the washroom titled on my head in my tracks. I rubbed my sweaty hands on my ripped jeans pocket in an ansty and took a long breathe to becalm myself.

I knocked on the door softly, he didn't replied anything from the other side of the door, so I slowly opened the door and got inside.

The pictures that were roving inside my head were now replaced with the present picture of Hueson in front of me.

I Puckered my brows and pursed my lips, purely disgusted by the present of picture Hueson infront me.

The moment I reached Hueson's desk,

Chapter 33