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

Chapter 90: "Yes, that's right. The smell of your fear is intoxicating. Much better than your desire." He shoved a finger into her.

Aekeira cried out. "Please." Her body still hurt from what they had done to her earlier.

The hand on her neck tightened, restricting her airflow.

Lord Vladya's finger thrust relentlessly inside her, and Aekeira whimpered, tears streaming down her face. In the next second, he released her, picked her up, and threw her to the other side of the chamber. Yelping, she braced herself for impact on the floor, but she landed on the large bed, bouncing once.

The next second, he was in front of her, climbing onto the bed. His hand flipped her onto her stomach, then pinned her down, her cheek pressed against the bed. His legs forced hers apart, and his hard body loomed over hers. Aekeira felt a sharp prod, and before she could brace herself, he forcefully entered her.

"No…!" A scream tore through her throat as excruciating pain ripped through her lower body.

He shoved himself in, despite her body being unprepared to accommodate him. Aekeira screamed and writhed, begging him to stop, but Lord Vladya only pressed down on her. Ruthlessly. Relentlessly.

Until her body finally yielded, taking every inch of him.

Aekeira nearly lost consciousness, her vision flickering in and out from the agonizing sensation. It felt as if her internal organs shifted to make way for him. She hurt everywhere. Like he had started a wildfire inside her and kept adding tinder.

Her high-pitched screams filled the air, her body trembling beneath his forceful assault.

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He delivered shallow thrusts, each one aimed at penetrating her deeply, stoking the flames higher and higher.

"Please stop! Please!" Her body twisted beneath him, but he effortlessly restrained her, setting a fast pace, his hardness powering into her in a savage motion.

GRAND LORD VLADYA

Grand Lord Vladya knew he was causing her immense pain, but in that moment, he couldn't bring himself to care.

They say a man's soul holds his conscience, and now, he realized they were right.

He had no soul. His conscience was truly dead.

Pleasure was the only sensation he experienced. Intoxicating pleasure that overwhelmed his senses. Her body gripped him like a vise, warmth surrounding him.

His primal beast lurked just beneath the surface, pushing. Lord Vladya suppressed that part of himself. He did not want her dead… yet.

Resisting the urge to kill her was possible. However, what would have proved more challenging was fighting his beast's desire to inflict pain. So, he did not even try.

Pulling back, he raised her hips, pressing her upper body down so that her buttocks were raised high in the air. Their primal nature loved this position, and coming from the princess, it went straight to his head. He lined himself up to thrust back in.

"Ouch," she sobbed, vibrating all over. She gripped the sheets so tightly they ripped beneath her fingers.

"Make her present to us."

Vladya stilled. The urge was overpowering. He clenched his muscles tightly to resist that temptation. No, he did NOT want a human girl to present to him. Where the hell had that come from?

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