Ruthless

He blew out a breath, frustration clear on his defined features. The mintiness on his breath collided with my nose showing how uncomfortably close he was.

His tattooed arm wrapped firmly around my waist with his other arm by the side of my head, resting on the cold, hard brick wall behind me.

"Running away was stupid" He states flatly, his icy glaze glance to my lips and I push them in a thin line. His glare returns to my eyes, I watch as his pupils dilate which refines and brightens the contrast his lime green iris's.

It takes more than will power not to roll my brown eyes and hit him with a smart comeback but I knew the consequences of talking back and I wasn't going to play with my pathetically weak chances.

I stay silent.

He skims my cheek with the tip of his nose, heating up the surface of my skin with his soft touch. He breaths slow and shallow, his cool breath hits the side of my neck as he arches his back and presses his body into me.