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

"My money and I Fu*ig will decide what to buy. Now go and fu*kg change!" He ordered throwing the packet and shorts in my direction which I caught in an antsy.

Mumbling few curses under my breath I entered the washroom and quickly changed. Being an insecure person I never wore a clothing that showed much of my skin. Mom always forced me to wear such clothes, but I just refused to wear one.

The short mirror infront of the sink didn't helped to show my appearance.

Sighing, I peeked outside the door and saw Hueson leaning against the wall holding a water bottle.

When he saw me coming out, he abruptly came on his heal. His eyes barefacedly strayed on me from head to toe.

"Nunca pensé que fueras capaz de quemándome." His spanish mode was back and a smirk curled up his lips.

[I never thought that you were capable of burning me.]

Chapter 121