Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 4: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1) Read Free Page B

the door?”

    She searched my face, came to some sort of conclusion. (Was it the mystery of her that drew me? Is that why I was allowing her to led me to such places?)

    “In this tray is something for me. Behind this door... is something for you.”

    I flicked my eyes to the door, curious.  

    “Meghan,” she smiled enjoying my trepidation, “by the end of this, you will have thanked me many times. You will have thanked me copiously and enthusiastically.”

    What do I say to that? “Okay, Lia,” I answered.

    She smiled wider, knocking on the door with her heel. It opened slowly.  

    “In this room my name is Ms. Onyx.”

    I half expected some sort of mass vampire orgy, but it was a tastefully, if somewhat overly ornate, decorated room. A few sitting areas with plush chaise lounges, a crackling fire, a tall, handsome man with a gorgeous smile and no shirt.  

    Oh. Oh my.

    “My name is Kevin.”  

    “Oh. Okay, um. Hi Kevin.” His voice was melodic and deep. Exotic. I could bask in that voice.

    “Let me retrieve your dress, we do not want it to get smudged.”

    That’s right. I’m completely naked right now. I shifted, looking for a flower arrangement to slide behind.

    “Keep the shoes on, Meghan. I like it.” Lia was over by a long table, fiddling with something that clang of metal. “Ah, here it is.”

    I heard a flame catch and craned my neck to see what the hell she was doing.

    “Your name is Meghan?”

    Shit! I jumped. “Didn’t see you behind me, Kevin.”

    “Do you work with Ms. Onyx?”

    “Um, no. Not really. It’s complicated.” He had taken my hand and was leading me to the chaise. I passed Lia, who was efficiently undressing, her back turned to us.

    Kevin nodded understandingly and motioned to the chaise chair. “Please, lie down.”

    “Um, no.” I shook my head. “You seem very nice but that’s not going to happen.”

    He looked confused, and then laughed. “Oh. You misunderstand, this is not for me.”

    “It’s for me, Meghan.” Lia said completely naked and shining gold in the firelight. “Lie down.”

    Weirder and weirder. I lay back, feeling I had entered Alice’s Wonderland and sipped one too many potions.

    Staring at the ceiling I heard a tray uncover. I lifted my head but was admonished by Kevin.  

    “No peeking, Meghan.” Lia murmured.

    Was this turning me on? The weirdness, the uncertainty – the bizarre clanging metal in in the background?

    … a little.

    Lia came over looking down on me. “Spread your legs, dear.”

    “Lia.”  

    She looked at me sharply.

    A streak of stubbornness hit me. Baby gazelle, my ass.

    “Tell me what you’re doing first.”

    She raised her brow. “No.”

    “Well, then I believe we are at an impasse,” I said with bravado.

    Her mouth curved. “Indeed.”

    She put her knee next to mine on the chair. The other by my hip.  

    She was on all fours, breasts above me, mouth inches from mine. Her breath was warm, smelling of wine and chocolate. She lowered, licking my bottom lip.  

    “You had no problem spreading your legs for me yesterday.”

    “That was yesterday.”

    “Mhmm.” She laid her body along mine, soft curves filling gaps and gaps embracing curves.

    Kissed me. Kissed me like she was making music, the rhythm rising, an ebb and flow reminding me of the tides that overswept me earlier. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the rhythm of her mouth, her tongue.  

    Her hands played me, too. Tracing the line of my torso, sliding down the sides of my ribcage, my stomach. Always staying north of the ache growing inside me.

    If that was all she did I think I could’ve resisted. But her head dipped down, a path of luxurious kisses leading to my breasts. She mouthed an eager, hard nipple. Bit down. My God, I hissed as sparks of pleasure radiated in thick, waving lines. Knees parting of their own accord. She touched one thigh, briefly, but traveled back to my stomach, raking her fingers none-too