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

His grip tightened on my hands making me slightly flinch in response and I sended a scornful glare in his direction creasing up my lip in pure lividness. "You have agreed on your own death Scarr!" He sneered too close to my lips.

"You sure are a kid Hueson who still watch Death is my bff" I spatted in utter abash not leaving my ireful aspect.

He pulled me towards his chest hovering his lips onto mine and let out a small chuckle.

His hot breath directly fell on my bare lips whilst making my breath to halt in my windpipe and eyes widened in daze.

"I'll pick you up at nine tomorrow" He said out of blue making my already windened eyes pop out of their own sockets.

Loosing his grip he jerked himself off from me, and turned around impassively as if never entered the locker room and left me breathless at my stances.

Chapter 80