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

Chapter 88: That image had stayed with her, lingering in her memory, evoking warmth within her whenever she recalled it. Now, as her gaze took in his form, she let it roam freely.

Then it drifted downward.

Aekeira's breath hitched. And not in a good way. His manhood stood erect, intimidating and large, ready to cause harm. Fear and horror filled her mind. She did not want that near her. So why was her body responding with warmth?

But for the first time in her life, Aekeira felt her body grow moist at the sight of a man's naked form. What in the name of the gods was wrong with her? Why did her womanhood ache and throb? "You slut," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. Aekeira flinched, her eyes darting away. He had caught her staring.

With purposeful, predatory strides, he closed the distance between them. Aekeira's breath caught in her throat.

He circled around her, coming to a stop behind her. She almost squirmed at the heat emanating from his body. His breath brushed against her neck. "I smell your musk.

Your arousal."

Aekeira squeezed her eyes shut, consumed by shame and humiliation.

"'You whore. Just a few hours ago, you couldn't wait to have Zaiper's eyes on you. You were so eager for him, practically begging to undress for him," he snarled dangerously, his breath hot against her ear. "And now, you stare at me like you're starving. Your eyes devour my cock as if you can't wait to have it inside you."

"That's not true. I would never!" she cried, the denial bursting from her. She shut her eyes tightly, holding herself rigid against him.

"But what to do? Yes, you will have this cock tonight. However, there will be no pleasure for you. You are merely a hole for me to use. Here solely for my own pleasure." His body heat disappeared as he moved to stand in front of her. "Strip."

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Aekeira opened her mouth, but the look he gave her could freeze molten lava. She snapped her mouth shut, her hands reaching for her garments. She undressed until she stood before him, completely bare.

His dark, piercing eyes that had been intensely studying her finally lowered. Meticulously and thoroughly, his gaze swept over every inch of her body.

The strange sensation began again. Her entire body felt hot. Too hot.

Considering everything she had been through in her life, her clothes had always felt like a protective layer. But now, Aekeira suddenly felt relieved to be rid of them. It puzzled her.

She kept her eyes averted, staring into space, determined not to let her gaze wander to his naked form again. She would pretend it wasn't there at all.

But when her eyes met his once more, Aekeira froze. The gray in his eyes had receded, and the yellow had become more prominent.

The snarl on his lips, accentuating the scar on his cheek, made him appear even more intimidating. His fingers clenched into fists, a dark frown etched on his face as he surveyed her body.

It seemed as though he was battling an internal conflict. Like he wanted to devour her. Like he wanted to hurt her. Distance between them would be better. Aekeira took a step back.

Yet, he advanced a step.

"The body of a sex goddess. Alluring. Disgustingly tempting," he spat out. "That's how you ensnared all those lords at court. They all wanted to penetrate you." Aekeira didn't understand him. Her body? Sex goddess? That look that always terrified her returned to his eyes. She raised her hand, palm out, as she took another step back. "Lord Vladya-"

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