Make Me Burn: Fireborne, Book 2 by RG Alexander Page A

at his jaw. “I played them.”
    Fuck. “Recently?”
    He shoved his hands in his pockets and stepped away from her. “They both asked for me days before they disappeared.”
    “Damn it, Ram.” That was information the Enforcers obviously didn’t have. If they did, he would already have been in their custody. “Do you have any idea why the Jiniyr are trying to set you up?”
    His eyes blazed as he studied her. “Just like that, precious Aziza? No doubts? No worries my darker, demonic Jinn side got the best of me and I joined the Jiniyr out of spite?”
    She leaned against the door. “You are many things—a lover of shortcuts, impatient, demanding, a sexual deviant—but you didn’t kill those girls. I know it. We have to find out who did before the werewolves decide you’re the most convenient suspect.”
    “We? Are you asking for more of my help?”
    She shook her head. “You’re asking for mine. Greg and I will see you tonight.”
    “Tonight?”
    She sent him a smile that darkened his emerald eyes. “West invited us to Underbridge. Since he’s been such a good friend to you, I couldn’t turn him down. And now? You’ve invited me to play.”
    Ram lifted one eyebrow. “Did you accept? Did we negotiate terms?”
    Aziza bit her lip. “What was it you said in the garden? No limits? No rules? But let’s make it something public, make sure everyone can see.”
    His smile was wicked. “It pains me more than you know to point out that the Jiniyr would never come after you, Fireborne. They want you alive.”
    “Maybe. If this blood ritual has anything to do with the reason they want me, then as soon as they get it right they’ll be after me anyway. But even if it doesn’t, I know the dynamics of a club like this. Up until now I’ve just been watching, a member but still an outsider. The other women will confide in me—trust me—if they see that I’m one of them.”
    Ram chuckled. “Clever. I’m assuming you want me to top you and not the other way around. That is what I’m known for there.”
    “Yes.” Oh yes.
    “Are you sure you are ready for my brand of play, Aziza?” He moved closer, his voice lowering. “This won’t be lighthearted make-believe or a simple spanking. Not if we’re doing this right. If we’re putting on a show. The other girls were used to harder play, asked for it, but you haven’t experienced as much of that as they had. Are you willing?”
    “Yes.”
    He shook his head. “We should practice. Say ‘Yes, Sir’.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “And as much as I love it…” his smile was sensuality and sin, “…if I’m going to maintain my infamous control, you are not allowed to wear your schoolgirl outfit. Wear something restrained—for you. I’ll put everything else together.”
    “I can do that.”
    “What was that?”
    Aziza inhaled. “I mean, yes, Sir.”
    He backed away with a grin, heading back to the lift. “I love how that sounds. The game is afoot, Ms. Lane.”
    “Way too much cable television.” She laughed breathlessly as she unlocked her door. “And you should know it’s a sacrilege to confuse Superman with Sherlock. The detective doesn’t wear tights.”
    She refused to think about why she was smiling. Why she was breathless with anticipation, her body heating with an arousal she didn’t want to examine too closely.
    Ram was going to play her tonight.

Chapter Four
    Aziza was in the shower, getting ready for her night at the club and still thinking about him. Ram was back to being his wickedly irresistible self, and right now thinking about him was better than thinking about what she’d received in the mail today. What was even now waiting on the bed for her to open.
    She’d thought she would be, but she wasn’t ready to deal with it yet. She would rather think about anything else. She would rather think about Ram. Their confrontation at The Hangar. The ride home.
    Their plans for tonight.
    She was still with Brandon—she’d chosen to be with