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

Chapter 207: "Sinai?" Daemonikai's voice brought her back to the present.

"Yes, forgive me," she replied, a practiced smile gracing her lips. "I was lost in thought, reflecting on the horrors of the past centuries. You need not thank me for anything. You are my master, and I would do anything for you."

She closed the distance between them, her movements graceful and deliberate. "May I?" she asked, gesturing toward the pile of discarded clothing.

"You may," the grand king's voice was a mere formality. But when Sinai's hand grazed his skin, he flinched and recoiled. She paused. "Is everything alright, Your Grace?"

"Yes," he stated curtly. His jaw clenched tight, and he seemed to steel himself against her touch as she reached for him again.

Sinai skillfully removed his doublet, her fingertips reveling in the warmth of his skin and the firmness of his muscles. Heart pounding in her chest, a thrill coursed through her veins.

Oh, heavens, she got to touch him again. All those muscles… She suppressed a moan, her desire intensifying with every touch.

"I do not wish to bloodfeed today, Sinai."

"You know I would do anything for you." Sinai leaned closer, her voice a seductive purr. "Anything at all. All you have to do is ask. I will fulfill every desire, every need. Your grand queen, may Ukrae rest her soul, is no longer with us. I will do for you all that Evie used to-"

A vice-like grip closed around her throat, lifting her off the ground, Daemonikai's fingers digging into her delicate skin.

"Da-Daemon," she choked out, her hands clawing at his wrist, her eyes pleading for release. "Please."

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"Do not ever mention her name again," he hissed, his voice calm.

Beneath that veneer of composure lay a storm of rage. Unlike others who expressed their anger with shouts and roars, Daemonikai's voice became low, cold, and collected when he was truly enraged. Countless individuals had met their death by underestimating the chilling calm.

"I… can't… breathe…! Please!!" Sinai nodded frantically, her eyes wide with terror.

Abruptly, he released her, and she crumpled to the floor like a discarded doll. "Get out."

Abandoning all pretense of decorum, all the lessons of grace and elegance she had been taught, Sinai all but ran. She ran like a creature possessed, as if the very devil was behind her.

EMERIEL

Emeriel had finished bathing in the river and returned to his chamber to dress, Aekeira's warning echoing in his mind. His sister was right, of course. This reckless path fate had thrust upon him was filled with disaster.

He was still a human slave, while King Daemonikai remained the powerful ruler of a species that hated his kind. Still disguised as a boy and a Siren in hiding, carrying the secret of his true identity. And there was still the looming threat of his full heat, and even the challenge of navigating the mini-heats now that the beast was gone.

A sharp rap on the door jolted him from his thoughts. "Are you in there, Slave?"

"Yes, soldier," he replied.

"You have been summoned to Grand Lord Vladya's personal residence," the soldier announced through the closed door. "Do not keep him waiting."

Emeriel's heart skipped a beat, then began to race.

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