All Chapters of Slave To The Demon King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

He straddled her on his lap, both her legs were glued to his sides. She felt him run his hands down the back of her thighs, while his lips remained glued on hers. He pressed his hands on her butt cheeks and squeezed hard. Arabella moaned against his lips. She had wanted the kiss for longer than she cared go admit to herself. She cupped the back of his neck and leaned in to deepen their kiss. He raised his hands to her waist and wrapped his thick arms around her small curve. Arabella loved the feeling of being immersed in his hold. She poured everything she had into their kiss. She was willing to give him everything, absolutely everything. Not just in that moment, not only in the moments they would have sex, but forever. His confession continued to echo in her ears, and her heart fluttered every time she heard his voice. She smiled against his lips when he lowered them to kiss her jaw. Arabella closed her eyes, allowing herself bask in the feeling of his lips against her skin. She

A few minutes earlier, Klaus had quickly fastened the buttons of her dress and helped her pull the hem of the dress back to the top of her knees. Both Arabella and her master had cleared their throats times without number. She had heard him curse underneath his breath, before he looked up at the intruder. She understood the frustration – she felt it too – and wondered why everyone around them would not just let them be. This was the second time their make out session was interrupted in one morning, and Arabella did not know how much more cock-blocking she could stand. Especially when it came from intruders like the blonde-haired woman she had come to dislike. His ex, Delilah, as Arabella had come to know her, stepped into the room with an a confident air that irked Arabella. Perhaps it was jealousy, perhaps she just loved the woman’s fashion sense more than she cared to admit. But she hated the fact that the woman was by all means beautiful and elegant, and she was more than aw

He lay on his left side, his gaze on the light skin of her lashes, while she closed her eyes in rest. She was beautiful, Klaus thought. Far more beautiful than anyone he had ever had the opportunity to encounter. Next to her, every other female that did nothing besides exist, even the ones who were demons like himself, were nothing but a cruel joke. And he more than intended to keep it that way. After having sex with her for what could pass as the third time that day – you could not blame him (not that he would let you too) for being turned on by the very sight of the woman. Everything about Arabella was more than enough to move mountains for, especially her smile. Casually, his eyes rose from her face and glanced at the wall clock at the top of his room door. 8:00 pm. He had already taken his eyes off, but something in his head seemed to click, as his mind processed the time only after he had returned his gaze to her. 8:00 pm! He was late! Klaus thought to himself. He had

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, to Vegas! The city of dreams!” Arabella’s lips spread into a smile as she listened to the feminine voice of the OAP. The excitement, the thrill, the anticipation in the woman’s tone told her she would not be let down. Arabella had always heard of the city where it was never dark, Las Vegas. At first, she had thought it was because the sun did not ever set upon their city.However, she did realize, much later on, that the sun did set. But there was never any difference. Whether it was day or night, the city buzzed with life and hearty people. She could barely sit straight. The thought of an adventure like one she had never had before was unnerving. She thought she would open up and burst with excitement. Arabella fixed her gaze on the window beside her. She relished in the cheerful view of high rise buildings of different shapes and sizes. It was architecture unlike anything she had ever seen before.She wanted to explore every sing

If she thought she had it bad during their stay in the boutique, the journey to their suite was worse. Arabella was seated beside her master, her right leg crossed over the left as she watch him drive. The tingling between her legs was yet to stop, and she had a feeling it was not going to stop anytime soon. Her nipples – now even harder – stood in taut buds in the oversized t-shirt she had on. They peeked through the fabric of the shirt, and she wished he would reach out and touch them, even if it was just a little. Frantic, she moved her right foot to his left. She casually bumped her knee into his to get his attention. Her master turned to look at her. As his dark eyes focused on her, Arabella swallowed hard and reached for his hand. As if on cue, he moved his hand away from her reach and stroked his bearded chin slowly, and without looking at her. Arabella frowned in annoyance. She could not help but wonder what she had done to annoy him. If he was not annoyed, why was he p