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

Holding cat in my hands, I reached Hueson who was ready with the bike on. Easily agitated by our close proximity, I lightly kept my left hand on his shoulder, whilst balancing the cat in my right hand and climbed his bike. When I was comfortably sat, Hueson suddenly leaned his back making me to mirror his action whilst griping his jacket more firmly.

"Hold your pussy tight on my bike..Because I ride rough!" He said throatily and jerked himself away from me. And I can totally see him smirking from his back.

"Stop hitting on me!" I asserted, gritting my teeth in fury due to his crude remark, and placed the cat inbetween us with flushed cheeks.

"Why am I turning you on!" He asked huskily thwarting my rejoinder easily.

"Trust me Hueson your voice is a major turn off!" I retorted keeping my voice steady from agitation.

Chapter 38