Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 4: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1) by Nova Black Page A
Authors: Nova Black
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recent events clogging the drain. I used my foot to loosen the dirt, jamming my toe in a little more roughly than necessary. Goddamn I was pissed. Pissed.
But, why was I mad?
Was it just the shock of the moment or was it because she was fucking someone else? Actually, I didn’t know if I wanted to be exclusive with Lia. So, no, not really. She can fuck who she wants, right? And the underwear drawer of future conquests was my first clue she was not the most monogamous of people.
Yet, I stayed around.
And, she never lied to me.
Maybe it was because she was fucking someone else right in front of me? Closer. That did suck, but honestly I also saw what she did to Pam. The way she worked her, the begging, the games in the shower… It was all pretty fucking hot. I admit, I sort of enjoy the predatory nature she has.
Was it because I thought I meant more to her? That after our moments at the boardwalk, and under it, what we had could potentially move to something more than a fling?
Bingo.
“I don’t want to be a damn toy.”
“You’re not a toy, Meghan. Whatever our relationship, you are a person first, and will be treated as such.”
I closed my eyes under the streaming water. “What are you doing in here, Lia?”
“I’m lending you a change of clothes.” Silence. “Are you still coming with me?”
The water trailed down my back. I leaned my head against the tiles, not answering.
“Meghan. Do you remember when we spoke of this, when I said the moment will come when you will want more.”
“Yes, Lia. I remember.” I watched her shadowed form through the curtain. “I thought you meant you don’t have long term relationships. Not that you do, but won’t have one with me.”
“I barely know you, Meghan.”
I pulled back the curtain, “That’s the first lie I’ve heard you tell.”
Lia held my gaze, eyes troubled. “Are you done? Let me help you. Turn off the water, Meghan.”
I twisted the shower off; the silence thick and heavy.
She took a towel, fluffy and warm, and knelt down by the tub, hair covering her face.
“Hand me your foot.”
Bemused, I did. She dried it gently, turning to pat the other, placing them in thick blue slippers.
She kissed my exposed ankle. And then the left one.
I shivered and she smiled softly, drying my calves.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I tried to let you go.” She kissed the inside of my knee. “But, that’s becoming less of an option for me.”
Her lips brushed my thigh. A rush of desire following its wake.
Ah, shit.
“Lia, why am I here?”
In answer she pulled me closer, her tongue drawing lazy cursive up to my pelvis.
I watched her head moving and I was confused. What did I have that Azina didn’t, why wasn’t she out there with her?
Lia looked up at my face and sighed, sitting back on her heels. “Ask me one question, about anything. And I promise I will answer truthfully. Meghan –” Her eyes were suddenly very serious. “Meghan, I promise.”
We stared at each other. I could ask her details for the investigation, or about Azina and the nature of their relationship and I’d get a straight answer?
Was this her apology – the vulnerability of an honest answer?
Did she know I wouldn’t take advantage like I should, do my fucking job? That I wouldn’t ask her about tonight’s shipment and her involvement in it.
Of course she did.
Still… That wasn't what I wanted to know. I remembered the look on her face at the boardwalk when we kissed. The hesitance to lose herself in that moment. The soft sigh, the way she looked at me when I pulled her back to me.
She saw the question and licked me rough between my legs. “Ask.” Rougher. “Ask me, Meghan.”
She pulled me down onto the edge of the tub, pushing my torso backward. I caught myself with my outstretched hands on the tiles behind me.
Lia dove in, demanding, taking. “Ask Meghan.” Her voice was hoarse, muffled in
But, why was I mad?
Was it just the shock of the moment or was it because she was fucking someone else? Actually, I didn’t know if I wanted to be exclusive with Lia. So, no, not really. She can fuck who she wants, right? And the underwear drawer of future conquests was my first clue she was not the most monogamous of people.
Yet, I stayed around.
And, she never lied to me.
Maybe it was because she was fucking someone else right in front of me? Closer. That did suck, but honestly I also saw what she did to Pam. The way she worked her, the begging, the games in the shower… It was all pretty fucking hot. I admit, I sort of enjoy the predatory nature she has.
Was it because I thought I meant more to her? That after our moments at the boardwalk, and under it, what we had could potentially move to something more than a fling?
Bingo.
“I don’t want to be a damn toy.”
“You’re not a toy, Meghan. Whatever our relationship, you are a person first, and will be treated as such.”
I closed my eyes under the streaming water. “What are you doing in here, Lia?”
“I’m lending you a change of clothes.” Silence. “Are you still coming with me?”
The water trailed down my back. I leaned my head against the tiles, not answering.
“Meghan. Do you remember when we spoke of this, when I said the moment will come when you will want more.”
“Yes, Lia. I remember.” I watched her shadowed form through the curtain. “I thought you meant you don’t have long term relationships. Not that you do, but won’t have one with me.”
“I barely know you, Meghan.”
I pulled back the curtain, “That’s the first lie I’ve heard you tell.”
Lia held my gaze, eyes troubled. “Are you done? Let me help you. Turn off the water, Meghan.”
I twisted the shower off; the silence thick and heavy.
She took a towel, fluffy and warm, and knelt down by the tub, hair covering her face.
“Hand me your foot.”
Bemused, I did. She dried it gently, turning to pat the other, placing them in thick blue slippers.
She kissed my exposed ankle. And then the left one.
I shivered and she smiled softly, drying my calves.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I tried to let you go.” She kissed the inside of my knee. “But, that’s becoming less of an option for me.”
Her lips brushed my thigh. A rush of desire following its wake.
Ah, shit.
“Lia, why am I here?”
In answer she pulled me closer, her tongue drawing lazy cursive up to my pelvis.
I watched her head moving and I was confused. What did I have that Azina didn’t, why wasn’t she out there with her?
Lia looked up at my face and sighed, sitting back on her heels. “Ask me one question, about anything. And I promise I will answer truthfully. Meghan –” Her eyes were suddenly very serious. “Meghan, I promise.”
We stared at each other. I could ask her details for the investigation, or about Azina and the nature of their relationship and I’d get a straight answer?
Was this her apology – the vulnerability of an honest answer?
Did she know I wouldn’t take advantage like I should, do my fucking job? That I wouldn’t ask her about tonight’s shipment and her involvement in it.
Of course she did.
Still… That wasn't what I wanted to know. I remembered the look on her face at the boardwalk when we kissed. The hesitance to lose herself in that moment. The soft sigh, the way she looked at me when I pulled her back to me.
She saw the question and licked me rough between my legs. “Ask.” Rougher. “Ask me, Meghan.”
She pulled me down onto the edge of the tub, pushing my torso backward. I caught myself with my outstretched hands on the tiles behind me.
Lia dove in, demanding, taking. “Ask Meghan.” Her voice was hoarse, muffled in
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