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

Chapter 403:

Home Merabis, the most popular and luxurious guesthouse in town, had always been bustling with visitors. But if the Urekai are there, it’s no wonder no other humans were.

“I do not wish to talk about that.” The prince turned his head to study her.

“Well, I am a concerned suitor. I do not wish for you to go with them.” His grip on her waist tightened possessively. “I want you to stay here, with me.”

He drew her closer, both arms now wrapped firmly around her waist. “I have been courting you for over six months, Emy. Give me a chance.”

Emeriel’s whole focus was on his arms around her, fighting the urge to pull away.

She had entertained suitors in the past. Had allowed them to court her, in an attempt to move on…to fill the emptiness inside her. Prince Daviel was the grandest of them all.

He genuinely seemed to care for her. For a male who had antagonized her on the battlefield when he thought she was a man, he had long since changed his attitude after her return.

among the noble ladies. He did everything right, and all the maidens

made her uncomfortable. That was putting it mildly; it made

he pleaded. “I will never take yours for granted. I will

in, his

had dared before. Emeriel would have deflected with a well-placed shove, a swift punch, or a biting retort. But tonight, she

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The kiss was agony.

a thousand tiny needles pricking her skin from every angle, her stomach churning

of another’s lips, another’s touch, flooded her. King Daemonikai’s deep kisses, the feel of

clawing its way up from the pit of

No, no, no.

his, stumbling back so fast

feet, moving backward to put as much distance between them as she

dusting off her garments with trembling hands, trying to keep the

“But, Emeriel—”