That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 169: So yes, tonight, he would indulge.

With that thought, he extinguished the lamp, plunging the room into darkness, and climbed into bed beside her.

AEKEIRA

Aekeira stirred from her slumber, feeling a weight pressing upon her. Even before opening her eyes, she knew Grand Lord Vladya had joined her. Her body tingled with warmth, becoming aroused, even as dread filled her. Swallowing nervously, she looked up at him. "Aekeira," he uttered in a guttural groan. He appeared livid, though that was nothing new. But this time, he looked… tired too. Not physically exhausted, but mentally burdened. Aekeira struggled to find the right words to describe it, but tiredness seemed to fit.

"Your Highness," she whispered. Now in close proximity to him, Aekeira forced herself to look beyond the fear that always clouded her perception of this male and truly observe him, Merilyn's words echoing in her mind.

Knowing what he had endured helped Aekeira see him as more than just her captor, slave master, more than just a heartless grand lord and tormentor. She saw him as any male. As flesh and blood.

She wanted to hug him. Even if he would likely strangle her for it, Aekeira still wanted to hug him anyway. This must be what people mean when they say one was playing with scorching fire.

"Do not look at me like that," he growled, his voice sharp.

"Like what?"

"Like…" He seemed to search for the words but gave up. "Just don't look at me like that."

Like I want to embrace you and ease your pain? Aekeira had always been compassionate. It was her and her sister's strength as well as their doom.

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Ever since she had learned about his struggles, she had thought about him more times than she cared to admit. Living a long life was one thing, but living it in misery was something else entirely.

He leaned down and pressed his nose against her neck, inhaling deeply. A rumbling growl escaped him, sending shivers down Aekeira's spine.

"You smell so good," he grumbled. "You should not smell like this. No one has the right to smell like this." Aekeira opened her mouth to speak.

"Don't," his voice muffled against her neck. "Do not talk." Pulling back, he rose above her and undressed.

In quick, jerky movements, he pulled Aekeira's nightdress over her head. His claws slipped out, slashing the fabric, leaving her nude before him. His eyes devoured her naked form.

Aekeira let out a shameful whimper, aware of what he saw. She was so drenched she could feel her own pool of moisture.

"Whore," he uttered, his voice low and deep, devoid of the usual aggression. "Sweet, little whore."

The insulting word aroused Aekeira more. Her head rolled to the side, her eyes tightly shut.

His body came over hers, hands gripping her thighs, spreading them wide. His manhood probed her entrance, once, twice, and then, it was in.

Aekeira cried out. The usual pain was there, but dulled. And pleasure-sharp, intense pleasure.

His body covered hers completely, his hands encircling her throat. He withdrew and thrust back in, again and again.

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