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

Chapter 333: "Stay out of this, Daemon," Lord Vladya hissed, his stare never leaving Aekeira's face. "Just say the word, and I will make it so."

Say the word! Say the word, Aekeira!

"What will happen to you? You don't seem… alright."

"It is not for you to worry about," he replied gruffly. "I wish to stay." As she said it, her resolve strengthened. "I'm not leaving."

Because even though she was terrified of his needs, she longed to ease his suffering. No matter the cost.

The whip, the pain, the scars. If they came from him, she would bear them willingly, if it meant he would find peace. "Take what you need from me."

Lord Vladya stared at her for what seemed like an eternity. "You are insane." Disbelief shone in his wild eyes. "You are truly, utterly insane."

Then, he kissed her. Fiercely.

The kiss was not gentle. There was nothing tender about it. It felt possessive.

His tongue, his lips, devoured hers, taking and taking and taking until Aekeira was visibly shaking again, breathless with desire.

"Mine," he hissed against her lips.

Her eyes widened in shock. He was claiming her right here… in front of them?

Before she could fully process, her grand lord whirled around, shielding her behind his broad back. He snarled at the other two grand rulers. "Mine!"

Aekeira peeked around his shoulder, shock in her gut, butterflies in her stomach.

"Yours," Lord Ottai stated, raising his hands in surrender.

The grand king didn't say a word, his watchful eyes on her, his expression guarded yet filled with undisguised curiosity, and something else…

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Aekeira pressed closer to her feral, hiding from his piercing gaze. "Mine!" Lord Vladya repeated in an angry roar, taking a threatening step forward.

King Daemonikai finally looked away from her, glancing at his friend. His expression softened. "Yours," he intoned, crossing his arms behind his back. "She is yours, V.D."

Lord Vladya gave a satisfied grunt, turned, and lifted her into his arms. He stomped to his bedchamber, slamming the door behind them and shutting the world out.

GRAND LORD VLADYA

Vladya surveyed the sight before him, satisfied. Aekeira lay bound to his bed, naked, her wrists secured to the headboard by ropes, her legs spread wide for him.

Her skin glowed in the dim light. She was breathtaking.

The voices in his head roared, but he forced them into the background. Lust clouded his mind, his body aching with desire. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her, to lose himself in the warmth that called out to him.

But first…

Vladya moved to the dresser, rummaging through the drawers until his fingers closed around the familiar handle of a sturdy whip.

He had fantasized about this moment more times than he could count, imagining how it would feel to finally wield it against her skin. To simply let go and watch the beautiful trails of blood.

Aekeira made a small sound, her wide eyes following his every movement. Fear was there, but also… trust.

And those lips. Full, pouty, painted with a deep red that seemed to beg for him. The whip could wait.

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