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.

writing gracefully, was the same male slave who had served his meal two years ago, stooped over and

could still feel her gaze on him from time

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

woods, she had been adamant about not wanting to hear his

out how to

though it might

he would wait. His chance would come. Another

Daemonikai across the desk. Your beloved, that ever-present voice of her annoying little self reared

The grand king of

voice snorted, mocking her

flitting across

furrowed when something didn't add up, only

was almost.... seductive, really. Or maybe that was just

aware of him. Every sigh,

most productive work so far has been ogling

to focus, she picked up a ledger and forced her attention

no longer ignore the inconsistencies. She frowned. "Some of these

head. "Let me see," he extended

passed him the ledger, careful not to let

Zaiper's transaction

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 a wry tone. "He always has

incredulously. "The

in the outer settlements.

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 beside me for millennia; it's hard to miss

scroll he had

reviewing. "But in our kingdom, any accusation, especially one leveled against a ruler, is a grave matter One must be certain, with irrefutable evidence and reliable witnesses. If not, the allegation holds

her head, not hiding

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