Page 112 of The Slave in A Princess Disguise

"What will happen to you? You don't seem... alright."

"It is not for you to worry about," he replied gruffly.

"I wish to stay," as she said it, her resolve strengthened. "I'm not leaving."

Because even though she was terrified of his needs, she longed to ease his suffering. No matter the cost.

The whip, the pain, the scars. If they came from him, she would bear them willingly, if it meant he would find peace. "Take what you need from me."

Lord Vladya stared at her for what seemed like an eternity. "You are insane." Disbelief shone in his wild eyes. “You are truly, utterly insane.”

Then, he kissed her. Fiercely.

The kiss was not gentle. There was nothing tender about it. It felt possessive.

His tongue, his lips, devoured hers, taking andtakingandtakinguntil Aekeira was visibly shaking again, breathless with desire.

"Mine," he hissed against her lips.

Her eyes widened in shock.He was claiming her right here... in front of them?

Before she could fully process, her grand lord whirled around, shielding her behind his broad back. He snarled at the other two grand rulers. "Mine!"

Aekeira peeked around his shoulder, shock in her gut, butterflies in her stomach.

"Yours," Lord Ottai stated, raising his hands in surrender.

The grand king didn't say a word, his watchful eyes on her, expression guarded yet filled with undisguised curiosity, and something else...

Aekeira pressed closer to her feral, to hide from his piercing gaze.

"Mine!" Lord Vladya repeatedly in an angry roar, taking a threatening step forward.

King Daemonikai finally looked away from her, glancing at his friend. His expression softened. "Yours," he intoned, crossing his arms behind his back. "She is yours, V.D."

Lord Vladya gave a satisfied grunt, turned and lifted her into his arms. He stomped to his bedchamber, and slammed the door behind them, shutting the world out.

Chapter thirty-one

SURRENDER

Vladyasurveyedthesightbefore him, satisfied. Aekeira lay bound to his bed, naked, tied securely by the ropes that held her wrists to the headboard, her legs spread wide for him.

Her skin glowed in the dim light. She was breathtaking.

The voices in his head roared, but he forced them into the background. Lust clouded his mind, his dick so hard it ached. He wanted to bury himself deep inside that warm heat calling out to him.

But first.

Vladya moved to the dresser, rummaging through the drawers until his fingers closed around the familiar handle of a sturdy whip.

He had fantasized about this moment more times than he could count, imagining how it would feel to finally wield it against a skin. To simply let go and watch the beautiful trails of blood.

Aekeira made a small sound, her wide eyes trailing his every movement. Fear was there, but also... trust.

And those lips. Full, pouty, and painted with a deep red that seemed to beg for his dick.

The whip could wait.

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