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

Chapter 718:

He had not satisfied Sexlust in over four months, yet his female believed he was still bedding his bloodhost. Because of that belief, there was a sadness in Emeriel’s eyes that never quite left, no matter how bright her smile and how much love shone in her blue eyes.

Tonight, as on so many nights, he was expected to visit Sinai first, then return to her chamber and hold her while she slept. Whenever Emeriel thought he’d fallen asleep, she let her muffled cries spill.

It hurt Daemonikai immensely that she was going through this pregnancy sad, but they had gotten to a point where he had no idea what to do.

She did not know he’d not touched another female. That the feral episodes still came. Only Vladya and Ottai knew, and only they helped with the measures Daemonikai had taken.

When Daemonikai felt the signs, he went willingly to Blackstone’s deepest underground chamber. There, Vladya bound him in chains of reinforced iron laced with toxins, and the fortified doors were locked. He remained there for twenty-four hours until the storm passed.

As far as his people were concerned, their king was whole again. His mind clear as the first light of dawn. As far as Emeriel was concerned, his madness was controlled, because he was satisfying all his basic instincts. Deceptions he wore like a crown of thorns.

at the fruit region. A young male hurried forward to

stomach turned inside

supposed to be for you? Why does she bestow it so freely

fingers into the arm of his

lonely nights. The Voice turned conspiratorial. Why not stop playing the righteous king and take what you want? Hold her down and take. Ignore the screams, forget honor, fuck control and screw the little shit in her. Just… take. You

to his feet and walked. Past the tables. Past the highborn guests. Past the celebrating crowds. Ignoring the startled

leaned hard against the nearest wall and drove his forehead into it. Growling and snarling, he breathed noisily as his head fell forward again and

the recesses of his mind. It rarely got this bad, but when it did, it

hand caught him, sliding between his head and

“Stop. Stop, Daemon.”

them. Even through his fury and the pounding in his

brow, hot against his skin. I really hit rock bottom this