Let's play a game he said.
And I agreed.
He called it possession and the possession was me.
Maybe just this one night I'll let Mr. Arizona possess me.
I might call him sky when we are all together but secretly when he touches me, touches the heat of my skin and the lust that drips along my legs I call him Mr. Arizona again.
It's a vile game we play where he lights a fire on my skin and I call him Mr. Arizona, watching the fire burn within his eyes when I moan it again and again. 
It's lust. 
That's what Mr. Arizona means.
Just that single word and in different names as we play different games but tonight he calls it possession.
Not another game of lust. He invited me to be won. 
To be possessed by him.

Forbidden Desires

Tracy heard a knock on her door. It was soft, nervous. It told her it was Viktor. 


Tracy’s voice was sweet and yet devoid of any emotion. She did not know what her husband wanted from her, for it had been years since he entered her room. Or even acknowledged her presence. Or she his. 


She realized in that moment there was this huge gap between them that she had not even noticed for which married couple goes from being deeply in love to living in different rooms and knocking nervously for permission to enter? 


Slowly, at a pace almost making the door creek like that of a haunted house, Viktor opened the door and stepped inside her room. 


And in his hand, clutched tightly was a single cala lily. 


Chapter 108