That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 680

Chapter 680:

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“Listening is not enough, Keira. You must—” Emeriel’s words faltered as her gaze landed on him.

“Your Grace!” She gasped, her face coloring with surprise at being caught.

“I had no idea you were finished with your work.”

Daemonikai straightened, stepping further into the room. Aekeira, flustered as well, rose swiftly and curtsied.

“I have only just finished,” he moved to take a seat opposite her.

“Now, I await Vladya’s return so we may join the others for the run.”

“Vlad—I mean, Grand Lord Vladya is returning early?” Interest flickered in Aekeira’s voice.

“He is,” Daemonikai confirmed. Then, without shifting his gaze from Aekeira, he spoke to Emeriel.

“Come here.”

A flush deepened the color in Emeriel’s cheeks, but she approached him almost timidly.

“Sit.”

She made to settle beside him, but he caught her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap. She squealed, startled as she landed against his thighs.

Then, she averted her eyes, staring down at her lap.

Daemonikai bit back a smile. He did not know whether it was her sister’s presence that made her so shy, but he relished every moment of riling her up.

Her scent wafted into his nostrils. Unable to resist, he leaned in, pressing his nose to her neck, and breathed in more of it. Holding the slow, deep, loud inhale, he let her settle deep inside him before he released the breath with a satisfied purr.

“You smell heavenly.”

“Dae—Daemon…” she whispered, voice hushed, mortified. Her eyes flickered toward Aekeira, who had suddenly taken a great interest in the paintings along the wall.

C𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓇𝓈 𝓪𝓽 g𝓪𝗅𝗇ovє𝗅𝓈.𝒸om

His prim and proper little princess. Always mindful, always restrained. It was precisely why he enjoyed making her squirm.

But when she looked at him with pleading eyes, he relented, letting her be.

Just then, a voice rang from the hall, announcing Vladya’s arrival. A moment later, the doors swung open, and he entered.

At once, Aekeira’s entire face lit up as she rose hurriedly to her feet. Seeing her, Vladya’s hard, stoic features visibly softened. He opened his arms.

The girl wasted no time, practically flying to him and barreling into his arms.

“Hello, little bird,” he drawled.

She beamed up at him, glowing in a way that was impossible to miss. Daemonikai did not fail to notice the resemblance—the way Emeriel had mirrored that very expression when he had first walked in.

At last, Vladya turned his attention to him, inclining his head in acknowledgment.

“Ancient One.”

“You little shit,” Daemonikai remarked dryly, noting the exhaustion on the man’s face.

“How did the rituals go?”

“As always, we will not know until the next few days,” Vladya strode toward him as he spoke.

Aekeira stopped. She gripped Vladya’s arm as she swayed.

Vladya’s arm tightened around her waist as he looked down at her.

“Are you well?”

“Yes, it is just…” She blinked rapidly.

“Just a moment. Everything is spinning.”

Emeriel’s attention focused on her.

“You lied. You have not recovered, have you?”

“Of course I have,” Aekeira drew in a breath, steadying herself.

“There, see? I am fine now.” Her pinched expression eased into a smile.

“I told you, it is something minor.”

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