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.

her luck sucked,

throat, muffled by his hand. Trapped in her constricting airway. The pain was

black. Lost in the abyss of pain she was vaguely aware of the pressure on her throat

More screams.

wave of pain continued its brutal assault. Sawing at her insides, holding her captive. Her body twisted and contorted as if possessed. She felt lightheaded. But just when

sorry, Galilea," a familiar

now, caressing her cheek, his eyes searching her face

lay on her back, him atop her. His other hand entwined

in his eyes. She nodded her

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stroked her gently. Languid. "I lost iny head for moment. Almost killed you." His 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

gentle as he picked up the pace,

strokes steady and precise, soothed and stimulated,

Emeriel cried, her words tumbling out unchecked as she clung

swollen, sensitive nub and holding tight. Her cries turned into a scream, her legs locked around him, as he pounded her

good," she wailed, losing herself in the sweetly brutal tide of sensations. Violent, spasms of pleasure. Time lost its meaning as she spiraled into another staggering

into her head. Her fingers clenched in his firm grasp, head shaking