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

male slave who had served his

feel her gaze on

right time to bring up the past? To bring up this

been adamant about not

hadn't figured out

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

His chance would come. Another

ten. Anything at all to stop her from eye-fucking King Daemonikai across the desk. Your beloved, that ever-present voice of her annoying little self reared

not my beloved. The

snorted, mocking

flitting across the ledgers, occasionally pausing to make

when something didn't add up, only to smooth

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

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

far has been ogling your Beloved. Squeezing her eyes shut, she gave herself a

focus, she picked up a ledger

could no longer ignore the inconsistencies. She frowned. "Some

"Let me see," he

careful not to let

Lord Zaiper's transaction records over the

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," Daemonikai said in

this a crime?" Emeriel asked incredulously. "The people are starving,

starving villagers in the

get away with it? Lord Zaiper is neither a good

everyone knows Zaiper can be a nightmare." Daemonikai let out a chuckle.

scroll he had

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

head, not hiding her

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