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

Bianca stood outside the bar, watching Sky through the glass door. He sat at the far end of the bar, perched on a high stool. A glass in his hands. His lips were perched, and his brows creased. Tapping the glass on the table he asked for another drink. As he waited for the barkeep to arrive and pour him another glass he ran his fingers through his hair. The movement clumsy by the amount of alcohol he must have consumed over the last hour trying to drown out whatever it was. 


Denying it however she may, she knew it was only one thing that had him in this state. 


The woman that Chris planned on asking to marry him. 


Chapter 114