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

Not ordering anything I just sat there waiting for Hueson. But even after half an hour he didn't showed up. My stomach started grumbling with insufficient food inside it. Sighing heavily I reached my back pocket to take out the wallet.

But nothing caught my bare hands. Furrowing my brows I came to my stances and wandered my gaze around the table. After searching for around five minutes I gave up and sat believing that I might have left it while paying the cab.

"Trouble in hell Heartfelia?" A drawn voice made me roll my eyes in sheer annoyance.

"You are late." I stated meeting his gaze, whose gaze roamed all over my form shamelessly absorbing each of my clothing. And in an instinct I turned around showing him my back.

"Rojo me enciende." Were his next words in spanish. Words that I couldn't understand a bit. The only word that was graspable was red.

Chapter 116