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.

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

think this lady before him, writing gracefully, was the same male slave who

could still feel her gaze on him from time to

the right time to bring up the

about not wanting to hear his apologies or explanations. With his first

disaster, Daemonikai hadn't figured out how to

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

wait. His

Or maybe ten. Anything at all to stop her from eye-fucking King Daemonikai across the desk.

beloved. The

snorted, mocking her

flitting across

up, only to smooth out once he resolved

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

aware of him. Every sigh, every shift in his seat-Emeriel felt

why you've only managed to review three trade records in hours? Her inner voice tsked. Your most productive work so far has been ogling your Beloved. Squeezing her eyes shut, she gave herself a firm

up a ledger and

inconsistencies. She frowned. "Some of these numbers

raised his head. "Let me see," he extended

the ledger, careful not to

Lord Zaiper's transaction

"There's a glaring gap here. These records don't align at all." "With Zaiper, they rarely do," Daemonikai

incredulously. "The people are starving, and he's stealing from

to the poor, starving villagers in the outer settlements. He even

thinned. "Why does he still get away with it? Lord Zaiper is neither a good ruler nor a decent male. I'm sure many would agree

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

scroll he had

a grave matter One must be certain,

shook her head, not

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