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.

to his surprise. Each scroll she completed was neatly organized and eloquently written. He was impressed. Was there anything she couldn't

who had served his meal

her gaze on him from time to

up the past? To bring up

day in the woods, she had been adamant about not wanting to hear his apologies

Daemonikai hadn't figured out how to broach

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

His chance would come. Another

needed a slap. Or maybe ten. Anything at all to stop her from eye-fucking King Daemonikai across the desk. Your beloved,

The grand

voice snorted, mocking

flitting

didn't add up, only to smooth out once he

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

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

work so far has been ogling

focus, she picked up a ledger and forced her attention

later, Emeriel could no longer ignore the inconsistencies. She frowned.

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

passed him the ledger, careful not to let

transaction records

glaring gap here. These records don't align at all." "With Zaiper, they rarely do," Daemonikai said in a wry tone. "He always has an excuse for

crime?" Emeriel asked incredulously. "The people are starving, and he's stealing

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

Her lips thinned. "Why does he still get away with it? Lord

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

the scroll

accusation, especially one leveled against a ruler, is a grave matter One must be certain, with irrefutable evidence and

head, not hiding

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