That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 87

Chapter 87:

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He crossed to the other side of the room and stood against the window, his arms crossed as he gazed out into the night.

For what felt like an eternity, he did not speak to her, nor did he glance in her direction to acknowledge her presence.

What was going through his mind?

Aekeira wet her lips. “My Lord, please have mercy on me. I know you are mad at me—”

“Do. Not. Speak,” he stated coolly, his back to her. “You are not worth the sand I step on. Why would I, Vladya, be mad at you?”

Aekeira lowered her eyes. His words didn’t hurt her, even though his tone suggested otherwise. His posture conveyed something else entirely, and that was what scared her.

The silence gnawed at her, awakening her nerves once again. He crossed to his dresser and began to shed his ceremonial attire. Aekeira tried her best not to look, her eyes darting everywhere but at him. It was like fighting a losing battle against curiosity.

The rustle of fabric filled the air, accompanied by the soft scrape of movements. Before she knew it, her eyes were fixed on him. He had his back to her, but the view was… Aekeira swallowed hard.

His body was the sculpted perfection of a god. Muscled, chiseled, powerfully built—he was a vision both mesmerizing and unsettling, and she found herself unable to tear her gaze away.

Never before had she found cause to admire a man’s physique. Why would she, when every man she had encountered had only brought her suffering and filled her with revulsion? She was all too aware of the pain they were capable of inflicting.

As she continued to gaze, a sliver of numbness gave way, replaced by an uneasy prickle of awareness. The sensation felt unfamiliar. Disturbing. The strangeness horrified her. This was Grand Lord Vladya, the same male she abhorred. The same lord who held the power to harm her, or even end her life if he chose.

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“Rise.”

The command startled her, forcefully pulling her from her reverie. It required a moment for her to comprehend, and upon realization, it felt as though she had been doused with icy water.

Aekeira rose to her feet, her stance unsteady, her gaze respectfully lowered.

“Undress. I want you naked,” his tone was cold and clipped.

“Please, I—”

His head turned, and the deadly glare instantly shut her up.

Completely undressed, he turned, offering her a full view of his body. “My command was for you to strip, not to speak. Do not make me repeat myself.”

“Please, I—”

His head turned, and the deadly glare instantly silenced her.

Completely undressed, he turned, offering her a full view of his body. “My command was for you to strip, not to speak. Do not make me repeat myself.”

His words fell on deaf ears. Her attention was entirely fixed on his body.

Holy light-gods. His chest was broad, his abs well-defined. And those muscular shoulders… No one should look this good.

Her mind drifted back to the night she had spent in his chambers. She had awoken to witness him with the maid. His thrusts were vigorous, his movements relentless, the girl moaning in pleasure.

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