That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 403

Chapter 403:

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Home Merabis, the most popular and luxurious guesthouse in town, had always been bustling with visitors. But if the Urekai are there, it’s no wonder no other humans were.

“I do not wish to talk about that.” The prince turned his head to study her.

“Well, I am a concerned suitor. I do not wish for you to go with them.” His grip on her waist tightened possessively. “I want you to stay here, with me.”

He drew her closer, both arms now wrapped firmly around her waist. “I have been courting you for over six months, Emy. Give me a chance.”

Emeriel’s whole focus was on his arms around her, fighting the urge to pull away.

She had entertained suitors in the past. Had allowed them to court her, in an attempt to move on…to fill the emptiness inside her. Prince Daviel was the grandest of them all.

He genuinely seemed to care for her. For a male who had antagonized her on the battlefield when he thought she was a man, he had long since changed his attitude after her return.

Prince Daviel was exquisitely handsome, a sensation among the noble ladies. He did everything right, and all the maidens were jealous of Emeriel. Yet, she felt nothing for him.

His touch, like that of the others, made her uncomfortable. That was putting it mildly; it made her skin crawl.

“Give me a chance to show you my love, Emeriel,” he pleaded. “I will never take yours for granted. I will cherish you forever.”

He leaned in, his lips seeking hers.

No suitor had dared before. Emeriel would have deflected with a well-placed shove, a swift punch, or a biting retort. But tonight, she felt raw, her defenses frayed.

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The kiss was agony.

It was like a thousand tiny needles pricking her skin from every angle, her stomach churning with nausea.

Memories of another’s lips, another’s touch, flooded her. King Daemonikai’s deep kisses, the feel of his tongue against hers. The recall assaulted Emeriel’s whole being.

Longing rose, clawing its way up from the pit of her stomach…

No, no, no.

She tore her lips from his, stumbling back so fast she lost her footing, and fell hard onto the ground.

“Are you alright?” Daviel reached for her, but she scrambled to her feet, moving backward to put as much distance between them as she could.

“I’m fine,” she gasped, dusting off her garments with trembling hands, trying to keep the despair rising inside her at bay. “Let’s call it a night, Prince Daviel.”

“But, Emeriel—”

“Good night.”

She turned and walked away. With each step, the despair crawled closer until it caught up with her and washed over her entirely.

MISTRESS SINAI

Mistress Sinai stormed into her quarters, seething. A night spent in the dungeon, all because of that malnourished whore. She needed to kill something.

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