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

<p>His piercing black eyes held me like a captive in a cage. His slow stride fastening my already high rated heart beat. Now, he was too close. Too close that one step, and he would evade my personal bubble. The ireful look never left his facet when he leaned closer at my face level with his one hand on either side of my head. The close proximity just dropped my already rated heart beat to a null point. Soon the atmosphere filled with what smelled like after shave and his cologne. His body radiated warm heat against mine and my hand which was on my side, automatically landed on his broad warm chest to push him back. He eyed my hand for two seconds but his gaze continued to captivate mine. Again . </p>

<p>"You're nervous?" He didn't ask it as a question, but condemned it like a damned truth.</p>

Chapter 78