Forbidden Desires

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.

forlornshadows · Fantasy

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133 Chs

Chapter 129

“Wuthering Heights”

Sky scribbled neatly on the white board, before turning to the class and saying, “I am guessing you people have finished reading it now?”

His eyes pretended to scan the room, but he knew it was a lie. He simply needed a reason to look at her again. He found himself doing that a lot since he imagined her as Beatrice’s mother. He knew it was wrong. She had become his poetry. Just a myriad verse that resonated in his soul. A ballad lost so long ago which he only just discovered knowing with certainty that the beating of his heart rhymed the beat of hers weaving together in their own Acrostic. If only things were different and yet he could not wish for them to be different for then there would be no Beatrice. And without her would Sky even be able to understand love? To be able to recognize what grew between him and Aiyana?

To be continued

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