That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

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.

his surprise. Each scroll she completed was neatly organized and eloquently written. He was impressed. Was there

male slave who had served his meal two years ago, stooped

could still feel her gaze on him

time to bring up the past? To bring up this

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

hadn't figured out how to broach the subject

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

he would wait. His chance

needed a slap. Or maybe 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

The grand king of

voice snorted, mocking her

complete focus, his gaze flitting across

up, only to smooth out once he resolved

moved across the paper was almost.... seductive,

of him. Every sigh, every shift in his seat-Emeriel

only managed to review three trade records in hours? Her inner voice tsked. Your most productive work so far

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

the inconsistencies. She frowned. "Some of these

Daemonikai raised his head. "Let me

him the ledger, careful not to let their fingers

Lord Zaiper's transaction records over

Emeriel 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 always

incredulously. "The people

poor, starving villagers in the outer settlements. He

"Why does he still get away with it? Lord Zaiper is neither a good ruler nor a

out a chuckle. "He has ruled beside me for

scroll he

"But in our kingdom, any accusation, especially one leveled against a ruler, is a grave matter One must be certain, with irrefutable

shook her head, not