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

this lady before him, writing gracefully, was the same male slave who had served his

still feel her gaze

time to bring up the past? To

adamant about not wanting to

hadn't figured out how to broach the subject

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

His chance would

Daemonikai across the desk. Your beloved, that ever-present voice of her

not my beloved. The grand king of

voice snorted, mocking her

complete focus, his gaze flitting across the ledgers, occasionally pausing

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

quill moved across the paper was almost....

of him.

tsked. Your most productive work so far has been ogling your Beloved. Squeezing her

she picked up a ledger and forced

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

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

careful not to

transaction records over the

reclaimed the ledger, her brows 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 a wry tone. "He

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

confronted, he insists he's given the funds to 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 sure many would agree with

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

folded the scroll he

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

her head, not hiding her

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