That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

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Chapter 32 EMERIEL

Master Caine had gone out to oversee the other slaves working the backyard, assigning Emeriel the task of unloading the new drinks that arrived that night. Thus, Emeriel found himself alone in the cellar, unpacking and arranging the beverages accordingly.

The door creaked open, and Master Boris entered.

Holy hell. Emeriel had avoided the slave master all evening. Unease filled Emeriel inwardly, as he greeted the slave master before resuming his duties. "Well, well, well, look who I finally have all to myself. Come here Emeriel"

Emeriel reluctantly rose at the command and approached Master Borisas the slave master locked the door behind them, his face inscrutable.

As Emeriel drew near, Master Boris grabbed him roughly and slammed him against the nearest wall, using his body to pin

him there.

Fear surged through Emeriel, and instinctively, he began to struggle.

But the slave master tightened his grip on Emeriel's waist, his hold so firm Emeriel knew it would leave a mark.

Emeriel cried out and fought harder.

"Stop that!" Master Boris barked, the yellow flecks in his eyes dilating, almost swallowing the gray. "You have been running from me, but you can't hide."

His beast was close to the surface. Emeriel stilled instantly, trembling.

"Let me tell you how it's going to be. You cooperate, and I will only take what I want without causing excessive pain. Oh, it will hurt, but if you're compliant, I might spare you torture. Do you understand me?" Master Boris's voice had deepened. Terrified, Emeriel vigorously nodded. "P-please, don't do this

The slave master completely ignored his plea, forcing Emeriel to kneel. Then unfastened his own breeches, pulling them down to his ankles.

organ sprang free. Large, rigid, and

want that repulsive thing anywhere near him. It disgusted

not completely defenseless; he knew he could hold his own against another human.

you-kill us both

of the beast, but he was still a Urekal,

out." Master Boris gripped his hair, forcefully tilting his head back. "Not if you keep your

a cellar slave pleasant or a living hell. The

toward his manhood, using his other

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himself with no other choice but to reluctantly close his mouth

coming dangerously close to

his throat.

out in the distance. The sounds of breaking objects and male voices shouting curses filled

are fighting again," Master

he fixed his pants, muttering angry curses under his breath. "This is not over," he hissed at Emeriel before he turned and stormed off. Emeriel had never felt such relief. He glared at the door as he

swung open, and Amie entered. 'Are you alright,

please not call me that?"

"It's a habit, and I'll work

fault, it's just... Emeriel shook his head, his shaking hand

you, you try to plead, but they laugh. Because you're a plaything, you're not supposed to beg. Amie's voice cracked a bit. "After that feeling of utter helplessness

She understands.

Emeriel's eyes. Impulsively, he pulled Amie into a hug, and the girl's arms wrapped around him. "I'm sorry. And thank you,

I understand more than you think,

Emeriel withdrew from the embrace, he tried to hide his fear. Back in Navia,

equally dreadful, it was somewhat better. There he could fight. He could defend himself. But here, he was as physically weak as his circumstances Struggling to quell the fear

tightly. He was so