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.

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

same male slave who had served his meal

still feel her gaze on

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

the woods, she had been adamant about not wanting to hear his apologies or explanations. With his

hadn't figured out how to broach the subject

he enjoyed this calm between them now. Selfish though it might be,

would wait. His

King Daemonikai across the desk. Your

not my beloved. The grand king

voice snorted,

focus, his gaze flitting across the ledgers, occasionally

furrowed when something didn't add up,

across the paper was almost.... seductive,

acutely aware of him. Every sigh, every shift

trade records in hours? Her inner voice tsked. Your most productive work so far has been ogling your Beloved. Squeezing her eyes

up a ledger and

longer ignore the inconsistencies. She frowned. "Some of these numbers

head. "Let me see," he extended his

passed him the ledger, careful not to let

Lord Zaiper's transaction records over

These records don't align at all." "With Zaiper, they rarely do," Daemonikai said in a wry

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

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

does he still get away with it? Lord Zaiper is neither a good ruler nor a decent male. I'm

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

scroll he

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

shook her head, not hiding her

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