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

Chapter 521: You must keep your head. You must not lose restraint. Please, do not lose control.

But the more Lord Zapier drank, the harder it became to think. His elixir coursing through her veins dulled her thoughts, replacing them with potent lust. Her thighs trembled as she grew wet, and his fingers trailed over her back, lingering at the curve of her waist before moving to cup her breast.

He plucked at her hardened nipple, pinching it lightly, teasing it between his calloused fingers, and she whimpered, sparks of pleasure shooting through her.

"Please," Adissa begged, clutching her trembling thighs. I am to be in my bondmate's bed tonight. Please, My Lord… not tonight. A rush of new arousal swept over her, making her burn with unbearable need as her master pumped her with a fresh dose of his elixir.

It was too much. Adissa felt like she would die if she didn't feel him inside her.

Her thighs parted, seeking relief from the ache. His hand was already there, his fingers sliding along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before plunging into her.

"Goddess," Adissa cried, her back arching helplessly. Oh gods, I never win this battle.

Fighting him was useless. She'd learned that long ago. Her master always took what he wanted.

And tonight, she realized with a sinking heart, would be no different.

He finished feeding and rose to his full height, towering over her.

"Bend over the desk," he ordered, his voice hard as stone.

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"Your Highness…" she started, tears in her pleading eyes.

"You were mine before you ever became his," he snarled, his face inches from hers, his eyes burning with dark fury. "Do not make me repeat myself. Go to the desk and give me your back. Now."

Tears streaming down, Adissa walked to the desk on trembling legs, bending over its polished surface.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she bit her lip, stifling her sob as he plunged into her. His grip on her hips, as bruising as it was possessive, made her cling to the desk, tears spilling freely.

GRAND LORD ZAIPER

How dare you challenge me?

You may be strong, Zaiper, but you are no match for me. You will never be.

The memory of Daemonikai's words burned like a toxin in his mind. Teeth clenched, Zaiper thrust into Adissa's body, trying-and failing-to lose himself in her sweet pussy.

The physical pleasure was there, but his mind refused to quiet.

Daemonikai had humiliated him.

There may have been no audience to witness his disgrace, but it didn't matter. The shame cut just as deep.

Zaiper had been reduced to the most degrading of positions-short of rolling onto his back and exposing his belly like a dog submitting to its master. And it had happened in his own home.

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