Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 7: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1) Read Free Page B

work for your supper.”

    She unrolled a strip of gray tape, grinning. “I’m going to teach you to sing today, Lia.”

    For the first time in a long damn time, I was truly nervous. Was this a farewell gift? If so...

    “Brenda…”

    She raised one brow, wrapping my arms. “Begging, already Lia?”

    “No.”

    The duct tape was loose enough to let me wiggle my arms a bit, but not much else.

    “Would you like me to stop?” She smiled teasingly, “Want me to let you go?”

    I looked at her, the pulse racing from my heart to the balls of my feet. “You can do whatever you want to me, Brenda. Just, don’t leave me.”

    Silence.  

    She closed her eyes, the roll of duct tape dropping lower. “I don’t want to leave you... fuck, Lia. Do you think I want to leave you?” She came closer, hands on the chair’s arms, on my arms. “It’s fucking tearing me apart, that I love you so much and yet, if I were to touch you…”

    “Brenda. I know. I’m sorry … it sucks.”

    She laughed a little, sitting on the footstool. “Yeah, it does suck.”

    The way the light hit her face, the angles of her cheeks. I inhaled. She was beautiful.

    “Lia, if we were to make love tonight, right now, even if it was the most mind blowing, can’t walk straight the next day sex. Even if we made some deep spiritual connection where our souls merge in a sea of funky afterglow and moonlight…”  

    “Even after all that, if in the darkness we confessed undying love to one another,” she turned to me, voice ragged, “you would still be fucking another person the next day.”

    She looked away, a shine in her eyes.

    “And it — it hasn’t even happened and it fucking breaks my heart. It hurts , Lia. One person isn’t enough for you. Fuck, three people aren’t enough for you.”

    I said nothing, waiting. She wouldn’t have brought me here if she didn’t have a solution. It scared me that I didn’t know what it was.

    “I can’t fill the need you have. All I could do was be there when you needed me. I could be your friend, love you as a friend. But I can’t do that anymore, Lia. I can’t.”

    I stared at her. She was serious, she was more than serious. “What did you do, Brenda?”

    She smiled, and it was one of relief; of a burden close to being unloaded.

    I closed my eyes, terrified.

    “I’m not leaving you, Lia. I’m just, leaving. I’ve put in for a transfer to the offices in Berlin.” She leaned closer to me. “So, here’s the deal, when I’m settled you will get your cute ass on a plane and visit me. You will be mine, wholly mine for the entirety of your visit. No fucking the cute waitress or my boss or whomever. When you get the itch again,” she shrugged, “go home to Zi and Meghan and the rest of your harem of willing thighs.”

    Unacceptable. I couldn’t imagine not seeing her every day, not talking with her, laughing together. Weeks, months without seeing her? No.

    “Brenda, no. Don’t do this. I am sorry I overstepped." My voice lowered in earnest. "I apologize, Brenda.”

    “I have to leave. If you love me, and we both know you do, you would let me go.”

    “Untie me, Brenda.” My vision was wavering, I needed to touch her, hold her.

    “If I untied you now," she shook her head, smiling sadly, “you would persuade me to stay. Lia, I’m leaving tomorrow to find an apartment.”

    She kissed me and I cried through it, my tears soaking her cheek. I’m sorry, don’t leave. Don’t leave me. I’m so sorry Brenda.

    “What’s going on, guys?” Zi stood in the doorway, sunlight outlining her form.

    She stepped in, looking around. “Where’s Meghan?” Looked closer at me and blinked, turning a shooting glare on Brenda.  

    “You’re dumping her? Right now, Brenda?”

    Brenda sighed. “You’ve tracked Lia’s phone.”

    “I always track Lia’s phone and anyone else she’s involved with. That’s why I asked, ‘where’s Meghan’. Do you have her tied up too, in