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

Captive Slave 162

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Chapter 162

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Grand King Daemonikai bolted upright, his chest heaving as he fought for breath.

The remnants of watching his son taking his last breath clung to him as he staggered to the window. He gasped for air watching the first rays of dawn paint the sky. His chest ached, and his heart burned.

But the suffocating discomfort that woke him was something else. Someone else's pain. So vivid and real as if it were his

own.

A long draught of water did little to soothe his parched throat. He returned to the window, his gaze sweeping over the fields below, painted in hues of gold and amber.

The misery that pulled Daemonikai from the dark hands of his nightmare, dragging him back to his fractured reality, was beginning to fade, leaving him with questions. Questions he could no longer ignore. His family was gone.

There was no one else with such a profound, personal connection to him. So, whose pain had he just felt?

Dressing in his robe, Daemonikai strode out of his chambers.

Time to get answers.

And he knew exactly where to get them.

His guards snapped to attention, and Wegai approached, awaiting his command.

"Blackstone," Daemonikai ordered, marching forward. It was time to confront Vladya. GRAND LORD VLADYA

want

Vladya squeezed his eyes shut, but the

on the bed, and fuck her with your cock. Hard, rough, make it hurt.

inside him? Vladya couldn't say. The thoughts in his head grew more twisted each day. He fought them tooth and nail, knowing he could never do that to Aekeira again. He wouldn't take her by force.

her. Go hunting. Kill some humans. Ten? Fifty? What difference

his arms,

mark of your whip. Red strips marring such perfect skin. Your marks, all

run. Rising abruptly, he donned his robes and headed for the

not to glance at the narrow hallway beckoning him. All you

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her sleeping, spread out

his way out of Blackstone, past the fortresses.

the earth, his breath coming ragged gasps. Branches intertwined overhead,

day receded as he soared dough the woods, racing past gnarled oaks with ancient roots reaching out like skeletal hands, past shimmering birches, his legs burned, his lungs

rays of dawn

he had bathed

a

many females as you They may be a poor substitute, but they'll do. Make them

palms

desire.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Blackstone, bypassing the main entrance, taking the narrow passageway that led directly to Vladya's

he not?" Daemonikai asked, his

"Yes, your Grace, but-"

"Step aside, Yaz."

obeyed. Daemonikai raised a hand to silence the courtier who had appeared to announce his presence. Instead he pushed open

table. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something metallic. Daemonikai's eyes adjusted quickly, and there,