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.

she moaned in a broken cry. “Oh gods, so full, so good, ugh, so

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

he had warned her

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

to know, to feel it in her bones

for him

favorite stories are

that knowledge into her until there is never a

vice, her scream

up a storm in a string of vulgarities he would never use on a

strangling him so good, pulling him into a

as he resumed

belong to?” he

“You!” she cried.

His thrusts were angry punches, nailing her Syren