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

Captive Slave 169

Chapter 169 AEKERIA

Aekeira felt like she was on fire. Her jaws ached, and her throat felt well-used. But she was so aroused, even the soft breeze seemed too much on her sensitive skin. Ackeira was ready for anything he wanted. Until his hand reached for the whip again.

Her eyes fixed on the sturdy whip Lord Vladya held, and a wave of apprehension rolled through her. She tried her best to stay calm, forcing herself to breathe evenly. When he raised the whip, her heart skipped a beat, and she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the strike.

Where would it land, her thighs, her stomach, or where she was even more vulnerable...

A helpless cry escaped her lips. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but the bounds stopped her. Aekeira waited, tense, expecting the blow.

But it never came.

Slowly, she opened her eyes. Vladya was watching her, his brows furrowed in deep thought. The whip had lowered, hanging limply in his hand as if his will to strike had vanished.

"I'm., confused," Vladya muttered, almost to himself. Conflicted. There are so many voices in my head-all screaming, all telling me how to hurt and destroy. But when it comes down to it, when I raise the whip on you, they fall silent."

Bewilderment was evident in his voice. "He wanted this, the beast. But when I raise the wh by this need to protect you."

he urge disappears. Replaced

Aekeira blinked at him, trying to make sense of his words. She didn't fully understand. Not what he was saying, nor what it meant for them.

"The urge is still there. I still want to use it," he said, his grip on the whip tightening. "But not on you." Yellow flashed in his dark, wild eyes. "Tell me someone who has hurt you."

raced. "I-I..." Her mind blanked

savage, feral, and deeply enraged. "Who has

it. "Slavemaster Tyke," she blurted out. Then immediately

His voice was icy, controlled. "Was it before or

to avoid his gaze. She knew the dangers too well-slaves who reported slavemasters or soldiers often found themselves in even more

voice barely a

exposed body. "Yaz!" he barked, his

face to the side, swallowing her sound of embarrassment at being

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such a humiliating position.

however, remained stoic. Alis eyes fixed forward, his voice as

as sharp as the whip

behind. Glancing around the room in confusion, he cleared his throat. "My Lord, y-you sent for me?" Vladya stopped his pacing, turning

dropped to his

on the receiving end of this whip. What do you have

of the whip sliced through the air. Followed by another,

tried to stifle his cries, but after

lost track after thirty. Deep welts and bruises

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each strike leaving