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against Jafar, letting his strength steady me as Meg grips my thighs and licks my pussy as if she can find the penance she’s looking for there. As if she truly can earn it.

Jafar shifts, sliding one arm behind my back so he can hold me. He pinches my nipple, the sharp pain making me gasp. “You’re teasing her, Meg.” The censor in his tone makes me shake in the most delicious way possible. Jafar reaches down with his free hand and laces his fingers through her mass of dark hair. “Lick her here.” He guides her up to my clit. “Stop fucking around.”

Meg stops fucking around. She sucks my clit hard and pushes two fingers into me. I try to resist, to hold out, but it’s too much. My back bows and I cry out as my orgasm rolls over me. I slump back against Jafar, dazed and yet wanting more.

I always want more.

He uses his grip on Meg’s hair to lift her head. “That’s a start.”

She licks her lips and gives a faint smile. “It’s a long path to redemption. At least this one is pleasurable.” She reaches up and cups my chin briefly. “I truly am sorry, Jasmine.” She rises and walks out of the room, and this time she doesn’t come back.

I crawl into Jafar’s lap and he obliges me by holding me close. “I’ll forgive her eventually.”

“I know.”

“Does that make me weak?” She betrayed me. I should be ready to go after her with everything I can bring to the fore. Instead, I’m just tired. There are plenty of fights left in my future. If I can let this go…

I will. Not today. But eventually.

I lift my face and kiss Jafar. “Thank you.”

“I’ll always give you what you need, baby girl. Always.”

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Jasmine’s Winter Solstice

Jasmine

I never imagined I’d love the politics that go with running my own territory. The power? Yes, of course I want that. I’ve had a taste, and I’ll never go back to being the girl who was more pawn than human.

But there’s something about communicating in dual meanings that appeals to me. A statement that seems benign, but holds a multitude of threats beneath the surface. A compliment that’s actually anything but. I thrive in this constant battle with words and edged smiles and body language.

Tonight is one such occasion.

I look around the ballroom. My generals and their partners mingle with Jafar’s men. Even after nearly a year, the tension is thick enough to drown in. They don’t trust each other, and I haven’t bothered to change that. More than half of these people supported Jafar’s coup against my father. They are not my friends, and they are not to be trusted. They are, however, incredibly useful now that I’ve unlocked the key.

Still, after hours of this song and dance, weariness weighs me down. I want eight hours of sleep, a bath, and Jafar; not necessarily in that order.

As if my thoughts summon the man himself, he emerges from a cluster of men in suits and stalks in my direction. I let myself look my fill. He’s putting on this show for me, after all. And it’s quite the show, even if it might not appear to be from the outside. Even after months and months together, this man still takes my breath away. He wears a charcoal suit with a dark purple shirt that sets off his medium-brown skin to perfection. Each movement is full of promise of things to come. A promise echoed in his dark eyes.

He reaches me and turns easily to take up his position at my right shoulder, nearly close enough to touch. His low voice reaches me easily despite the relative din of conversation filling the room. “You’ve done well.”

The praise warms me, but I keep my expression cool. “I know.”

A small smile touches his lips. “Meet me in the gazebo in an hour. This lot will have cleared out by then.”

That’s an ambitious timeline. It’s barely eleven, and the last time I threw a party like this, nearly every person stayed until the sun rose the next day. Not all of them were conscious at that point, but they were bodily present. “You may be waiting in the gazebo a long time.”

He just