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

Captive Slave 89

Chapter 89

MIXED POV

EMERIEL

Once Amie had departed. Boris fixed Emeriel with a predatory gaze, pushing him against the wall. "At last."

"Master Boris, please don't-

Boris silenced him with a slap across the face. "Do not presume to tell me what I can or cannot do. Do you understand?" "Good." Master Boris yanked Emeriel's tunic out of his breeches, hoisted it over his head, and discarded it on the ground.

His smile faded when he saw another layer of clothing. He pulled off that shirt, only to discover a third.

"How many shirts are you wearing!?" he hissed, "Stupid slave! When will you understand that modesty is not befitting of a slave? You must be easily accessible." "Please, don't..." Emeriel begged.

Boris shoved the remaining shirts up, and as his fingers finally encountered the two shirts over the boy's shoulders and discarded them on the ground. h body.

are, soft skin of Emeriel's belly, he pulled

shifted, surveying Emeriel's exposed

Boris froze, his eyes hooking on the binding around Emeriel's chest. The outline of breasts. The graceful curve of his waisdine

"Holy waters. What in the world... Boris cursed under his breath his gaze darting back to Emeriel. "What the fuck!?" Quickly, he grabbed hold of Emeriel's breeches-two layers of them-and pushed them down to the floor. Stepping back. Boris stared at the bare hourglass figure before him. The most pretty pussy he had ever set his eyes on

A momentary silence fell

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them.

as if unable to hear

beautiful for a male. I dismissed it as unusual but implausible. It's hard to believe that a girl could conceal such a secret in Ravenshadow-from all those grand lords whose sense of

aroused, his erection rock solid. He was so hard he could nail a wall right now. "You're the most

his

Boris barked, and Emeriel's hands froze. Slowly, he withdrew them, returning them to his

binding

"Master Boris-"

your disguise to return to the fortress. But if you wish for the to keep your dirty little secret,

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his feet, his breasts spilled out, full and firm. His nipples were rosy and hard, pointing directly at Boris. "Holy Ukrac," Boris breathed as he closed the

underbrush, searching every nook and cranny. Madam Livia, accompanied

tending to her duties in the garden, received the news and instantly turned pale with terror. Abandoning her tasks, she set off in search of her brother. I shall join the soldiers searching outside the fortress and the inns she'd rasped, her

emerging from the stables after a fruitless conversation with the master, Livia felt a gnawing despair. Options dwindled with each passing moment. Emericl had been gone an unsettling

muttered, her voice

choked voice startled

turned, finding Amie. The girl's face was a canvas of misery eyes red-rimmed and puffy, tears carving trails through the

now, Amie, Livia said curtly, pushing past her toward the greenhouse. Although

Amie's voice, laced

Amie could only sob, her body

you know,

her tears. Livia was beginning to sense that whatever transpired was far graver than a lost slave boy. "Amie, she called gently,

"But I needed to save myself. He would h-hurt me so b-bad

her, dismissing the Urekai maids. Once they had departed, she focused her attention back

Amie recounted everything from the beginning, starting with Master Boris approaching her, to

detail By the time Amie finished, a cold dread had settled in