Page 99 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

"Master," she whispered. Lowering her gaze, she assumed a submissive posture. "My master."

"That's right. You belong to me. Despite being bonded to another and carrying his child," his fingers tightened around her neck.

"You are still mine. You belonged to me the moment you became my bloodhost, during the time we were nearly bonded, and even now. You are mine, Merilyn."

"I am yours. Completely yours," she repeated quickly. She knew better than to defy a Urekai Alpha in a territorial state. An unpredictable state. Especially one as powerful as Vladya.

"You're correct," he murmured, his hand sliding down past her swollen belly to caress her womanhood through her clothes.

"Do you remember the times when we were lovers? Ah, the good old days. You were such a slut for my cock. Always wanted to be mounted. So hungry for my touch, eager to be claimed." He began to pull at her clothing.

"Vladya..." she protested, placing her hand on top of his to stop him. "P-please stop. What is going on with you?"

His gray eyes were almost gone, his yellow irises profound. "I could take you right now. Right here. All you have to do is spread those pretty thighs for me like a good girl."

"Please don't do this," Merrilyn pleaded. She had once loved this male deeply. Though her bondmate held her heart, she never stopped caring for Vladya.

It was one thing to be tempted during the pheromone-induced frenzy of bloodfeeding—the arousal was a side effect, and there was nothing to be done about it. But another altogether to face such temptation while clear-headed. "You know you don't want this."

His fingers released her neck, his wandering hand stilled, and he pulled back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Present for me, Merilyn."

What?"I can't. You know I'm bonded to another.” Her eyes begged him. “Please, Vladya, don't do this."

He took a threatening step forward. "I don't care. Present for me, now."

Helpless tears welled up in Merilyn's eyes as she silently pleaded one last time. But this cold, unrecognizable male who was nothing like her Vladya, had already made up his mind. He wanted her total submission, not as a grand lord, but as a lover.

Merilyn began to undress, while Grand Lord Vladya walked over to the bed and positioned himself upon it. His arms crossed as he waited.

Naked, she stood before him. Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees, struggling to assume the position due to her advanced pregnancy.

It was uncomfortable, to say the least.

She parted her cheeks, exposing her intimate area to his hard gaze. She fought to maintain her balance, finding it difficult. "Vladya, pl-please."

A pleased growl rumbled from his throat. Merilyn felt his heat behind her, knowing he was no longer seated on the bed but hovering close, about to mount her.

"Aekeira," he groaned, his breath tickling her ear.

She stilled.The human princess?

"It's Merilyn, not Aekeira, my Lord. Please, snap out of it."

"Aekeira," another rumbling growl. A nibble on her neck. "Sweet, wicked witch."

You must act quickly, Merilyn. Bring him back to his senses before he mounts you.

Then, an idea struck her.

"Do you remember when we used to go hunting? You, King Daemonikai, Tiara, and I would embark on hunting trips. Do you remember? Tiara adored those outings." It was unfair for her to remind him of his deceased bondmate, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

She couldn't think of any other way to snap him out of his trance. "Remember how Tiara loved climbing trees? She would shift into her beast form and leap from one tree to another."

He paused.

"Tiara?" his voice cracked.

The quiver in his voice… a single word filled with hope and uncertainty. Merilyn’s heart broke for him.

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