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

Chapter 175: "I'm so sorry, Madam Livia!" Amie wailed, collapsing to her knees. "I deserve to die! I shouldn't have done that. A friend does not do that to another."

Livia knelt beside her, ignoring the sting of damp earth on her knees. "Apologies can wait, Amie. Come, we need to find him."

SLAVE MASTER BORIS

Boris's hands cupped the girl's breasts, feeling their weight before squeezing them repeatedly. A groan escaped his lips. "The grand lords need to hear of this. They must know that one small human is in the fortress, making a fool out of them." "Please, don't tell," Emeriel pleaded, her face pale.

"Do you know what happens to those who lie or deceive the lords, Emeriel?" Boris kneaded those soft, firm breasts. "You cannot comprehend the extent of Lord Vladya and Lord Ottai's disdain for such acts. They execute Urekai for those transgressions, let alone a human."

His other hand roamed across her supple body. "And Lord Zaiper?" Boris snorted. "It would be preferable for you to place a knife to your own neck the instant he discovers your deceit."

The girl felt a strange sense of contentment, and Boris hadn't even done anything yet. She was like a flower blooming, an uncharted territory.

"Perhaps I should inform Lord Zaiper before telling the Court. It would be fun, don't you think?"

"No, please. I will do anything," she said, her voice tinged with resignation, defeat creeping into her words. "Anything."

Boris smiled. "I shall keep your secret, but only if you become mine. You will obey my every command, or I shall stand before the Grand High Court and expose everything. You will meet me in this barn whenever I call. You will do as I ask, whenever and however I want. Do you understand?"

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The girl was weeping softly now, but she gave a nod in response.

Boris lowered his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. The girl cried out and shoved at his head. "No!"

Boris forced his hand between her legs, parted those soft, creamy thighs, and shoved a finger inside her. Emeriel cried out in pain, squirming under his touch.

"Hold still!" he barked, and she complied. Boris kept his finger there, even as her entrance clenched around his invasive digit, trying to keep him out. "Gods, have you never had anything there before?" he murmured, his eyes glazed over. "That's snugger than anything I've ever been in before-and I've been in a lot, by the way-and it's merely a finger." His dick dripped precum, aching within the confines of his shorts. "You're going to feel so good on my dick."

"Emeriel!?"

Master Boris froze, his heightened hearing catching the distant call. "Someone's calling you. An older woman. Who the hell is that?" He pulled back, his frustration mounting.

Emeriel opened her mouth to scream, but Boris clamped a hand over it. "Don't you dare," he hissed. "I will kill you before she gets here. Who is it?"

"It's probably Madam Livia," Emeriel mumbled through his fingers, a defiant spark in her eyes. "The head maid."

"Why would she be looking for you?" Boris lowered his hand. "Do you think Amie told her? That wretched whore, I'm going to kill her."

"No, I do not think it is Amie. Grand Lord Vladya may be looking for me."

No. His luck couldn't be that terrible, could it? "No. If Amie did not betray us, then that wretch calling is unaware of your presence here. Do not make a sound. She shall leave."

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