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.

was neatly organized and

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

still feel her gaze

right time to bring up the past? To bring up

not wanting to hear his apologies or explanations. With his first

Daemonikai hadn't figured out how to broach the

them now. Selfish though it might

His chance would come.

all to stop her from eye-fucking King Daemonikai across the desk. Your beloved, that ever-present voice of her annoying little self reared up

The grand

snorted,

his gaze flitting across the

furrowed when something didn't add up, only to

the paper was

her was acutely aware of him. Every sigh,

productive work so far has been ogling your Beloved. Squeezing her eyes shut, she

ledger

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

"Let

him the ledger, careful not to let their fingers

Lord Zaiper's transaction records

ledger, her brows knitting together as she reviewed the figures again. "There's a glaring gap here. These records don't align at

"The people are starving, and he's stealing from

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

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

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

the scroll he

especially one leveled against a ruler, is a grave matter One must be certain, with irrefutable evidence and reliable

head, not hiding

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