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

Chapter 569:

No, stay away from this. You are not needed here.

“Maybe Lord Herod would make a better alpha,” Emeriel taunted. “He’s strong enough to hold me down and give me what I—”

The roar that split his throat was animalistic, silencing the woods around them, and everything became a blur.

He was barely aware of flipping her over and tearing her clothes off. Now, she lay flat on her belly, him pressed over her, holding her hands captive above her head, her face pressed against the ground.

He was scarcely conscious of spreading her thighs with his knees, untying his pants in fast, jerky movements, and plunging into her.

She whined, arching into him and wiggling as she tried to adjust to him, but he gave her no chance.

He fucked her hard, unrestrained, pounding her into the ground.

Every stroke fed his beast. Every cry from her lips fueled the pleasure sizzling through him.

in a broken cry. “Oh gods, so full,

spilled from her lips as her voice shifted with every sound—moans, screams, desperate pants. She shuddered beneath him, taking every

everything he had warned her about and more. It was

he had tried—to hold back, to slow down, but his

to feel it in her bones and in her soul, that she was

for him and only

favorite stories

knowledge into her until there

vice, her scream tearing through

storm in a string of vulgarities he would never use on a normal day

him into a tide

pinning her wrists tightened as he resumed

belong to?”

“You!” she cried.

her Syren glands without mercy with every word. “Who.