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

"We haven't started our classes yet, so stop speaking in spanish" I snapped being vexed with the whole waiting thing.

He took a chair beside me, too close that his thighs were touching mine. The atmosphere that was cold with the air conditioner soon dropped when his his hot breath fanned my ears.

"He oído que te gusta a la intemperie"

His voice hoarse with each word.

[ I heard, that you like it rough ]

"Pero por otra parte, su virgen." He added, with a curling smirk.

Not able to understand anything, I snapped my head in his direction with a vehement glare. But, the action causing my lips to slightly brush against his own, and in an instinct I leaned myself back to maintain a distance between us. His gaze soon found mine and his tongue darted out to lick his own lips delectably.

Chapter 117