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 didn't stop but continued laughing.

Struggling for my life I did my best to come out of the pool with my every bit of energy. But the gravitational pull of water wrecked each of my attempt.

Soon water dipped followed by a splashing sound and two big hands were around my waist and pulled me against Hueson's chest. He lifted me like I weighed nothing and wrapping my legs around his hips. In an instant my hands were around his neck to gain support and we were out of the water.

Taking deep breaths against his right shoulder, I rested my head on his shoulder to calm myself. Soon I felt myself been placed on what felt like tile floor.

"I see black is your favourite colour, but it suits on your small boobs though."

Chapter 45