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.

his surprise. Each scroll she completed was neatly organized and eloquently written. He was impressed.

gracefully, was the same male slave who had served his meal two years ago,

feel her gaze

the right time to bring up the past? To bring

she had been adamant about not wanting to hear his apologies or explanations. With his first

hadn't figured out how

Selfish though it might be, he

His

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

my beloved. The grand

voice snorted, mocking

with complete focus, his gaze flitting across the ledgers, occasionally pausing

didn't add up, only to

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

her was acutely aware of him. Every sigh, every shift in his

work so far has

focus, she picked up a ledger and forced her

moment later, Emeriel could no longer ignore the inconsistencies. She frowned. "Some of these numbers don't add

"Let me see," he extended his

him the ledger, careful not to let

Zaiper's transaction

reclaimed the ledger, her brows knitting together as she reviewed the figures again. "There's a glaring gap here. These records don't align at all." "With Zaiper, they rarely do,"

crime?" Emeriel asked incredulously. "The people

funds to the poor, starving villagers in the outer settlements. He even manages to find witnesses to back

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

Zaiper can be a nightmare." Daemonikai let out a chuckle. "He has

folded the scroll he had

our kingdom, any accusation, especially one leveled against a ruler, is a grave matter One must be certain, with irrefutable evidence and reliable witnesses.

head, not hiding her

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