You are going to ride on me

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"Why? I just wanted to rub myself against you," Damon said, his voice dripping with a mix of frustration and longing. His eyes were locked on Jasmine, who stood a few feet away. Despite his attempt to reach for her, she quickly swatted his hand away.

"People are present, including children. Have you no shame? How can you keep thinking about this all the time?" Jasmine's voice was a low, urgent whisper, her eyes darting around to ensure they weren't overheard. "I’m starting to get scared. I don't know how many women would be afraid to be around you."

Damon took a step closer, his expression softening slightly. "What? No, no, other women have never affected me the way you do. Even when they were always ready to give themselves to me."

Jasmine continued to back away, her feet moving cautiously until she felt the hard edge of a flower pot behind her. Panic flashed across her face. Shit! she cursed inwardly.

His eyes glinted with a dangerous desire as they bore into her. Jasmine c