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

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Chapter 64

AEKEIRA

Ackeira was unable to sleep, no matter how hard she tried.

On one hand, she was relieved Em had managed to avoid Lord Ziper's attention in court and hadn't been forced to undress. On the other hand, a part of Ackeira wished she had undressed if it meant the beast would have stayed away. Was Em still alive? Was she suffering at this very moment? Ackein lifted her head, wiping away her tears before resting back on the pillow.

The soft sound of her door handle turning caught her attention. She sat up and stared at the door.

Unfortunately, her chamber lacked a lock. When she'd requested it, she was told as a slave, she had no right to privacy and should be thankful she was not in the slaves's quarters.

Being in the southern wings of the fortress did provide some advantages at least. Unauthorized individuals rarely ventured to this side. So, who would come here at this time of night?" The door opened and Grand Lord Vladya entered

Ackeira's breathing quickened, her heart pounding in her chest. She bowe

head and greeted him, "My lord

He remained silent, his handsome face set to its icy demeanor. This Urekai had two default expressions-indifference, or a frosty scowl.

"Your brother is fine. Wipe away your tears and stop staining the sheets," he said, his scarred cheek drawn down in a terrifying snarl

A wave of relief washed over her. "Thank you so much. Thank you. She managed to offer a watery smile.

"Do not thank me. I did not do you any favors," he stated flatly.

"But-"

and hung it

and give me your

her stomach. It was her fault this time around; she shouldn't have offered, no matter how desperate she had been. She had made a promise, hadn't she? She had been willing to trade her body to anyone who could enter that forbidden chamber and confirm

she rose from the bed and began

went warm, betraying

could command her body to stop.

to the core.

Eager to

set her clothes aside and stared up

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eyes darkened with arousal as they roamed over her body. It looked like he was

her, his hands gripping her

breath hissing, "The scent of

burying her face in the sheet as she braced herself for

did. With one forceful plunge, he entered

from the burning sensation, but his

so wet," he rumbled. "You smell like sin. Why do

she was grateful the moisture eased his entry, making the invasion somewhat bearable. Again,

he emitted low groans of pleasure, she cried

deep plunge, as if she was the sole cause of his sadness and anger to

beginning to think she couldn't take it anymore, he came, spurting deep inside her. His semen burned, like pinpoints of flames spreading

syren," he spoke against her neck, his voice sounding

turned her head and gasped. His fangs