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.

sprang free. Large, rigid, and erect, precum glistening at

not want that repulsive thing anywhere near him. It disgusted

he knew he could hold his own against another human. But against a Urekai? He stood no fighting

us both

was nowhere near as large as those of the beast, but he was still a Urekal, and it

Master Boris gripped his hair,

as a cellar slave pleasant or a living hell. The

Emeriel's mouth toward his manhood, using his other hand to

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found himself with no other choice but to reluctantly

churned, and he gagged, coming dangerously close to throwing up, especially when that

his throat.

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

again," Master Horis cursed, pulling

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 wiped his mouth

open, and Amie

not call me that?" Emeriel snapped

lowered her head, chagrined. "It's a habit, and I'll

at you. It's not your fault, it's just... Emeriel shook his head,

lineage, and yet sometimes I feel that anger too. After they hurt you, farce themselves upon you, you try to plead, but they laugh. Because you're a plaything, you're

She understands.

into a hug,

alright. I understand more than you

to hide his fear. Back in Navia, he was not so easily

because, although Navia was 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 inside him, he ran his hands through his

tightly. He was