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in charge here, not Tariq. It
was his duty to do what she wanted. It was his place to fulfill her
wish.
    She brushed her fingers across the Firebrand
opal resting against her chest, sipped her wine again, and waited.
A cloud of smoke filled her living room, followed by Tariq’s
muscular body, shoulder-length dark hair, and chiseled
features.
    Yeah, he was sexy as hell, but who cared?
This was about her. She looked up at him, sipped her wine again.
Waited.
    His face was a mix of emotions she couldn’t
read. Not that she cared. He took a step toward her. “Mira—”
    She pushed to her feet, set her glass on the
coffee table, and crossed to him. “I don’t want to hear you say
anything but ‘Yes, Mira.’”
    She stopped in front of him, pressed a hand
against his chest, and marveled at the corded muscle and heat
beneath her palm. “And I don’t care if you’re attracted to me or
not, Tariq. This isn’t about you.”
    His eyes widened. Surprise registered in
their dark depths. And a smug smile flitted across her mouth
because yeah, she’d surprised herself too. And damn, but she liked
this surge of power.
    “Show me how you like to be kissed,” she
told him. When he hesitated, she added, “‘Your wish, my command.’
Remember?”
    His gaze drifted to the Firebrand opal
nestled in her cleavage, and her anger built because she sensed he
was going to come up with some lame excuse as to why he couldn’t go
on. “You’re bound to fulfill my wish, djinni. Kiss me now.”
    His dark gaze shot back to hers,
narrowed—which only pissed her off more—then skipped past her and
swept the room.
    What was left of her patience snapped. She
grasped his face, tugged it down to hers, and pressed her mouth to
his.
    He froze, his eyes open wide. She didn’t let
go, kissed his plump, masculine lips again, and pressed her body
flush against his.
    He was
hot. Everywhere. Tingles erupted in her breasts, in her hips,
anywhere they touched. Dark flashes of arousal rushed through her
mind as his hands settled at her hips. She tightened her arms
around his neck, tipped her head, slid the tip of her tongue along
the seam of his lips, waiting, hoping he’d take the hint and open to her.
    “Tariq, dammit,” she said against his mouth.
“Kiss me. Kiss me like I want right now.”
    For a moment, he didn’t move, not a single
muscle. And then a growl erupted from his chest. His arms closed
around her with stunning force. He opened to her, slid his warm,
wet tongue along hers, drawing out her desire and replacing it with
a wicked need that consumed every inch of her body in a rush of
flames.
    Her muscles went lax. Her body thrummed with
need. Her legs ached to slide around his hips.
    She groaned as he walked her backward toward
the couch, nearly cried out in ecstasy as he lowered her to the
cushions. His kisses drove her mad, his tongue so slick, so firm,
so delicious stroking her own. She wanted that tongue laving her
breasts as it had before. Wanted to feel it slide along her sex
until she came. Then she wanted it back in her mouth as she
straddled his hips and lowered, taking him deep for the very first
time.
    Wicked, erotic images of the two of them
tangled naked filled her mind. Him holding her head between his
legs, forcing his cock into her mouth. Her on her knees, her ass in
the air, his hand pushing her face into the floor as she struggled
while he thrust into her from behind again and again and again. Him
pinning her to the wall face-first, fucking her from behind,
pulling her back against him and forcing her to look to the right
toward another naked male body, this one hazy but clearly turned
on, the face masked, the strong legs eating up the distance as he
headed their way with a riding crop in his broad hand.
    The last image jolted her out of the kiss.
She pulled back, stared up at Tariq’s flushed face. Tried to catch
her breath.
    Whoa. Wait. What the hell was that? The
whole multiple partners/BDSM thing definitely wasn’t