Through it all, Jasmine had remained frozen behind a pillar.
Jafar's most ruthless men, Malik and Aziz arrived. Aziz's eyes roved over to where Jasmine stood, a defiant gleam in her eye. A smirk played on Aziz's lips "This one will do nicely. She has the look of a woman starved for a real man's touch."
Uncertain whether to be flattered or offended, Jasmine lifted her chin. "I may not be some blushing virgin like them, but I am still a princess. You'll not take me unless I wish it."
"Oh, we'll have you wishing soon enough," Aziz purred as he and Malik closed in, sandwiching her between their muscular bodies. Their calloused hands slid down to possessively grope her curves through delicate silk.
Aladdin with his magic carpet may be able to take her far and wide, but he could never give her the delicious sense of being utterly conquered, claimed, and possessed body and soul.
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