Synopsis

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."