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 took out a rose from inside of his jacket and met my gaze. Quirking up my brow I asked whispering "You seemed to be too much prepared ?"

"I'm always prepared" He replied in the same tone shrugging his shoulders.

Giving him a curt nod, I accepted the rose from him and stood there. His eyes soon found mine and his hand which was now cold against my skin soon found my neck and he dipped his head. And that's when I realised his actions, and tried to push him back, but he being a professional in blocking my attempts, pushed me against the bike holding my both hands at my back.

Chapter 107