He had found her. "You've been avoiding me, princess." She flinched as his breath warmed the side of her face. She had tried so hard to not be found, hiding in nooks of the palace and refusing to take meals with him, instead sneaking off to the kitchens to feast on fruit and whatever else she could find.
She knew that she was testing him, knew that he was quickly losing his patience. One day she had pushed him too far in her defiance and, as a result, had suffered the consequences.
"Sultan and Grand Vizier Jafar has requested that you dine with him," the servant informed her.
"I refuse." Jasmine said. The last thing she wanted was to spend time with that man. She turned her back on the crippled servant as he hobbled out, missing the look of pity on his face and the predatory look on Jafar's as he silently stepped into her room. Completely consumed in her thoughts she didn't notice that she was no longer alone.
"Have you learned nothing?" Jafar asked. Jasmine whipped around at the sound of his voice only to stumble back at the expression on his face; he looked ready to kill her. His hands were clenched into fists and his nostrils flared wide with each forced breath. "Come. Here."
Jasmine felt as if her legs were suddenly glued to the floor. His eyes were narrowed into slits and he looked capable of murder. She took a small step forward. "I am going to count to three, and if you are not standing in front of me before then then I assure you that whatever I have planned for you will be ten times worse…One…Two…"
She nearly tripped over her feet in her haste to get close to him. Jafar circled around her until his front pressed against her back and brought his hands up to her bare shoulders, lightly caressing up and down, going up from her shoulders to the sides of her neck. Jasmine stiffened as she felt him bury his face in her hair. "You smell so good."
Suddenly his fingers wrapped around her neck. "You smell so good and you are so beautiful," his hands tightened, "but I am sick of your defiance." They tightened even more, choking the breath from her body. Jasmine began to pull at his fingers, hoping to break his hold.
"If I could choke the will from your body, I would," he whispered. His face was still in her hair, his hands were still on her neck and his desire was growing against her back. Just as black spots began to swim in her vision, Jafar let go. Jasmine fell on her hands and knees coughing and dry heaving. Tears stung her eyes but she didn't have the strength to blink them back.
A shiver coursed through her body as she remembered the events from that day but she didn't dare move away from his touch. The hate that she felt for Jafar began to grow inside her. She resented having her independence taken away, hated how he was always there. For once! Just once she wanted to be alone. She raised her face to him and wished with all her might that he drop dead before her.
Jafar let out a deep chuckle at her fierce glare. "That face only makes me want to fuck you within an inch of your life."