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

Captive Slave 142

Chapter 142

A searing heat in the pit of her stomach ripped Emeriel from the depths of sleep. She stirred, a gasp escaping her lips as her lower belly clenched in a painful spasm. It was happening again.

Her eyes darted around the room in a frantic scan, stopping as she spotted Dacmonikai's large form seated in a chair by the corner, his head resting against the high back, eyes closed. "Please, I need you," she whispered, biting her lips.

His eyes snapped open. They blazed with an icy fury, pupils narrowed into slits. Emeriel recoiled at the sight.

"Your Grace?" Her voice was tentative. Cautious.

He growled. Green eyes locked onto hers, but there was no recognition in his eyes. Only a burning rage that made her blood run cold. Another growl, deeper, more menacing than the last, came from him. "Human," he spat the word like a curse, loaded with disgust.

Emeriel shrank back further, the pain of her heat momentarily receeding.

His hands clenched into fists, his breathing ragged and uneven. The scum of the earth. I am going to kill you all. Every.

Last. One."

Surging from his chair, he moved with anger and grace, and in a few strides, was upon her, his hand closing around her throat, cutting off her air supply.

It was so unexpected that Emeriel froze. She couldn't breathe. And his hands only tightened.

"Dae-Daemonikai," she choked out.

luck sucked, the next wave of her heat crashed over

from her throat, muffled by his hand. Trapped in her constricting airway. The pain was excruciating. All-

abyss of pain she was vaguely aware of the pressure on her throat easing. She gasped

More screams.

captive. Her body twisted and contorted as if possessed. She felt lightheaded. But just when she thought she couldn't endure another second, the pain began to recede.

sorry, Galilea," a familiar

gentle now, caressing her cheek, his eyes searching her face

him atop her. His other hand entwined with

you okay?" he asked softly, remorse in his eyes. She nodded her throat tight with

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gaze fell to her neck, a frown marring his features, likely seeing the bruises Emeriel knew were forming. "I could have killed you." "I'm fine, her voice was

falling down her cheek. His touch gentle as he picked up the pace, giving

big and hard, touched her in all the right places His strokes steady and precise, soothed and stimulated, guiding

she clung to him, riding out the cresting

against her swollen, sensitive nub and holding tight. Her

spasms of pleasure. Time lost its meaning as she spiraled into another staggering climax.

firm grasp, head shaking frantically from side to side. Her inner