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

this lady before him, writing gracefully, was the same male slave who had served his meal two years ago, stooped over and skittish. Completely

her gaze

up the past? To bring up

had been adamant about not wanting to hear his

out how to broach the subject

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

he would wait. His chance would come.

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

beloved. The grand king

snorted,

with complete focus, his gaze flitting across the ledgers,

didn't add up, only to smooth out

way his quill moved across the paper was almost.... seductive, really.

was acutely aware of him. Every

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

a ledger and forced her

the inconsistencies. She

head. "Let me see," he extended his

him the ledger, careful not to let their

Lord Zaiper's transaction records

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 has an excuse

asked incredulously. "The people are

starving villagers in the outer

with it? Lord Zaiper is neither a good ruler nor a decent male. I'm sure many would agree with

Zaiper can be a nightmare." Daemonikai let out a chuckle. "He has ruled beside me for

folded the scroll he

one leveled against a ruler, is a grave matter One must

her head,

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