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

Chapter 522:

He hadn’t been able to look at himself in the mirror since. Hadn’t recovered, couldn’t forget it.

His pace quickened as he drove into Adissa’s trembling body harder, faster. Her whimpers and muffled sobs filled the room, fueling his fire.

Healing the raw edges of his pride.

I am Zaiper. Second Ruler of Urai.

A male of power, of dominance. I hold sway over everyone in this kingdom—save one. I am not weak! I am not nothing!

For millennia, he had trained tirelessly to surpass Daemonikai in strength. Yet no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much blood he spilled, it was never enough.

That male had been sick, his body wracked with poison, yet still, he had effortlessly subdued him.

an insect in a battle for dominance, leaving him trembling and

could even be called a battle. More like a

closed, stroking harder, moving in harsh, punishing thrusts. He focused on the physical act, the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh, the way Adissa’s body shook underneath

came, he was unfulfilled. No satisfaction, no relief. Only

his clothing. “You may return to your bondmate now, with my semen dripping from your

home to

strangled whine, her sobs growing louder as she shakily straightened. Shame

a small satisfaction stirring in him. I still have power. I

I will

humiliation had reminded him of, it was the importance of discretion. Daemonikai must never learn

He must never know.

careful, more calculating

to bring a male like Daemonikai to his knees