Page 128 of The Princess and Her Grand King

Fighting him was useless. She’d learned that long ago. Her master always took what he wanted.

And tonight, she realized with a sinking heart, would be no different.

He finished feeding and rose to his full height, towering over her. “Bend over the desk,” he ordered, his voice hard as stone.

“Your Highness…” she started, tears in her pleading eyes.

“You were mine before you ever became his,” he snarled, his face inches from hers, his eyes burning with dark fury. “Do not make me repeat myself. Go to the desk and give me your back. Now.”

Tears streaming down, Adissa walked to the desk on trembling legs, bending over its polished surface.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she bit her lip, stifling her sob as he plunged into her. His grip on her hips as bruising as it was possessive.

She clung to the desk, tears spilling freely.

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How dare you challenge me? You may be strong, Zaiper, but you are no match for me. You will never be.

The memory of Daemonikai’s words burned like a toxin in his mind. Teeth clenched, Zapier thrust into Adissa’s body, trying—and failing—to lose himself in her sweet pussy.

The physical pleasure was there, but his mind refused to quiet.

Daemonikai had humiliated him.

There may have been no audience to witness his disgrace, but it didn’t matter. The shame cut just as deep.

Zaiper had been reduced to the most degrading of positions—short of rolling onto his back and exposing his belly like a dog submitting to its master. And it had happenedin his own home.

He hadn’t been able to look at himself in the mirror since. Hadn’t recovered, couldn’t forget it.

His pace quickened as he drove into Adissa’s trembling body harder, faster. Her whimpers and muffled sobs filled the room, fueling his fire. Healing the raw edges of his pride.

I am Zaiper. Second Ruler of Urai.

A male of power, of dominance. I hold sway over everyone in this kingdom—save one. I am not weak! I am not nothing!

For millennia, he had trained tirelessly to surpass Daemonikai in strength. Yet no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much blood he spilled, it was never enough.

That male had beensick, his body wracked with poison, yet still, he hadeffortlesslysubdued him.

And not just subdued, he humiliated him, crushed him like an insect in a battle for dominance, leaving him trembling and cowardly… in his own territory.

If it could even be called a battle. More likea beating.

Zaiper’s eyes closed, stroking harder, moving in harsh, punishing thrusts. He focused on the physical act, the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh, the way Adissa’s body shook underneath him. It was bliss.

But even as he came, he was unfulfilled. No satisfaction, no relief. Only a deeper emptiness.

Pulling out, he straightened, tucking himself back into his clothing. “You may return to your bondmate now, with my semen dripping from your cunt every step of the way.”

She gave a strangled whine, her sobs growing louder as she straightened shakily. Shame written all over her as she gathered her clothes and walked out.

Zaiper watched her leave, a small satisfaction stirring in him.I still have power. I still have control over many.

And I will rise again.

If there was one lesson this humiliation had reminded him, it was the importance of discretion. Daemonikai must never learn the truth of his family’s demise.

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