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

Chapter 231

Chapter 233

Emeriel stiffened.

Control your reactions, or you will break this fragile moment. So Grand King Daemonikai curled his hand into fists, resisting the urge to let his hand wander.

Since his return, he had longed to do this. To hold her, just like this.

Maybe he had imagined it happening horizontally. On a bed. On the floor. Her naked body writhing under him while he spread those pretty little thighs apart and bury his dick deep inside- Unsafe zone. Retreat.

Don't think about those sexy legs wrapped around your waist, her broken cries in the air while you-

Emeriel drew back.

Reluctantly, Daemonikai let his arms fall away. "Thank you, sweetheart. I needed that."

For a second, he saw something unguarded in her eyes. A naked longing that mirrored his own.

But she blinked, and the walls came back up.

"What work do you need assistance with, Your Grace?" she asked, politely.

Daemonikai gestured to the empty chair opposite him, using his other hand to adjust his erection.

Settling into it, their knees brushing beneath the desk. They worked in companionable silence, interrupted only by the sound of quills scratching against parchment.

He noticed her watching him occasionally, but whenever he met her stare, she quickly looked away.

So he stopped intercepting, letting her eyes linger on him as they pleased. He enjoyed it too much.

Time drifted by, the hours blending seamlessly together. At some point, his arousal subsided, much to his relief. Now, he fell at ease. Calm. Content.

in her work, much to his surprise. Each scroll she completed was neatly organized and eloquently written. He

the same male slave who had served his meal two years ago, stooped over

feel her gaze on him from

right time to bring up the past?

about not wanting to

disaster, Daemonikai hadn't figured out how to broach the subject

Selfish though it might be, he didn't want this tranquility

wait. His chance would come. Another

eye-fucking King Daemonikai across the desk. Your beloved, that ever-present voice of her

not my beloved. The grand king

snorted,

his gaze flitting across the ledgers, occasionally

brows furrowed when something didn't add up, only to smooth

quill moved across the paper was almost.... seductive, really. Or

of him. Every sigh, every shift in

to review three trade records in hours? Her inner voice tsked. Your most productive work so far has been

to focus, she picked up a ledger and forced

moment later, Emeriel could no longer ignore the inconsistencies. She frowned. "Some of these

his head. "Let me

him the ledger, careful not to let their fingers

Lord Zaiper's transaction records over

glaring gap here. These records don't align

Emeriel asked incredulously. "The

villagers in the

get away with it? Lord Zaiper is neither a good ruler nor a

be a nightmare." Daemonikai let out a chuckle. "He has ruled beside me for millennia; it's hard

the scroll

any accusation, especially one leveled against a ruler, is a grave matter One must

shook her head, not hiding

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