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.

she completed was neatly

male slave who had served his meal two years ago, stooped over and skittish.

he could still feel her gaze on

up the past? To bring up this rift between

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

figured out how to broach the subject

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

he would wait. His chance

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

not my beloved. The

snorted, mocking

flitting across the ledgers, occasionally pausing to make

up, only to smooth out once

paper was

of him.

tsked. Your most productive work so far has been ogling your Beloved. Squeezing her eyes shut, she gave herself a firm mental

ledger and forced her

ignore the inconsistencies. She

"Let

passed him the ledger, careful

Lord Zaiper's transaction records over

records don't align at all." "With Zaiper,

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

insists he's given the funds to the poor, starving villagers in the outer settlements. He even manages to find witnesses

away with it? Lord Zaiper

let out a chuckle. "He has ruled beside me for millennia;

the scroll he had

a grave matter One must be certain, with irrefutable evidence and reliable witnesses. If not, the allegation

head,

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