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Slave To The Demon King His Personal Slave
Klaus raised his eyes and watched his slave stand still, her feet glued to the ground. She appeared to be in a state of discomfort, and taking note of the beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, he already knew she had something to say.He could see the words dance at the tip of her tongue, even though her lips were firmly shut, and heaving a sigh, he shook his head and arched a brow at her."Come here. Take a sit." He ordered, his voice echoing in the room, arresting the attention of all and sundry, including the woman in front of him and this time with his face dropped down, he made the statement without glancing up at her.Why the fuck had she even stood like a statue or something? He was becoming a big irritated. He had only invited her over for breakfast after all. He had seen her shiver when his gaze had borne into her back when his face had been lifted, and even then he could sense her fear.He heard the sound of her heart beating fast, while he caught sight of her weak and
Slave To The Demon King Stark Reminders
Klaus eyes were focused intently on his laptop screen, as he worked in his home office.He was barely aware of the time, as the room was always dark with its dark gray polished walls, matching window blinds and furniture. The only light in the room was the one which emanated from the screen of his laptop, and after some time, a yawn escaping his lips, his gaze shifted to the digital clock beside his laptop, and that was when he found out that it was already six in the evening.He hissed and looked away from the clock, realizing that he had spent all day working his head and eyes off that he had forgotten all about lunch, and he was also on the verge of escaping dinner too.His stomach growled, hurting him painfully and another wave of anger coursed through him when suddenly he remembered how he had left his half eaten breakfast in anger too. The thought of Arabella suddenly came rushing over him like violent waves from the ocean, and remembering that she was the cause of this turbul
Slave To The Demon King Frightening Duties
Arabella skillfully worked the wet mop on the cream colored marble tiles, as she worked vigorously. She had been instructed to do a general clean up of the house, which included rooms she would not normally clean, and she was trying her best to do her work well.It had been four days since she came into this mansion, and everyday it seemed she uncovered a new room, or some hidden chamber. Nevertheless, the place was so big.The days going by speedily, she recounted how she helped Mrs George in the kitchen, spent her time doing laundry most times and eating her meals in the room. When she wasn't doing laundry, she was shelving and rearranging books in the large library - the place which was soon becoming her favorite place in this large house.Even though she didn't get a chance to read anything from her master's grand collection, being surrounded by so much knowledge and art was something she really appreciated, and she cherished her time there so much.Arabella had also noticed som
Slave To The Demon King Lustful Instincts
When Klaus stepped into his room, the almost sinful sight in front of him, had caused him to stop in his tracks instantly.The blood in his face and almost every other part of his body seemed to rush down to his dick, and swallowing swallowed hard, he sought for ways to dampen his dry throat, while he stared at the lady in front of him.What the heck? Slipping his hands into the pockets of his dark bathrobe to mask his painful and fast growing erection, Klaus cussed within himself as he examined the unruly sight in front of him, as he struggled deeply to take his eyes off her.He just couldn’t, and seeing as she had not noticed his presence in the room, he kept on staring. Fucking Slave, Fucking Arabella, bent over his bed, leaning against the soft foam and tucking the sheets into the wooden bed frame. Her curvy back was bent over, and her curvy ass was also thrown backwards. The length of her gown had risen all the way to her mid thighs, and if she lowered herself any further, he
Slave To The Demon King His Prey
Klaus drove fast.Faster than the speed of a raging cheetah, his legs never left the throttle, and gripping the steering wheel like his life depended on it, his dark onyx orbs shimmered with a glistering red.His face was lit up with raw anger, and rage enough to burn down an entire building.He huffed as he kept his feet glued to the accelerator of his car. Whoever it was, the man that had caused him to leave his house at such a time, and with such a temper, he would surely pay immensely for it.He fumed at the thought. Hell was going to receive at least one visitor today that he was more than sure of. Klaus Lavon could forgive anything, but not when it had to do with his money, and wasting his resources.The way he hated liars and thieves, that was the same way he abhorred deceitful humans too.When he arrived at the dock, he climbed down from his jet black Mercedes and slammed the door shut. His men were at the entrance, two of them already waiting, to welcome and usher him in bu
Slave To The Demon King Invasion Of Privacy
Arabella groaned as she twitched her ears, her eyelids parting open, much to her dismay. She was awake, and hours earlier than she normally was and sighing she sat up, running her hands through her thick mass of sunny blonde hair. She heaved a sigh of annoyance for the second time, when flashes of her encounter with Master Klaus ran through her mind. His words echoed in her ears, and she could not easily forget how he had made jest of her.“I would clean the house until it sparkles." She grumbled inaudibly as she gathered herself. Today, she wouldn't leave so much as a speck of dust! He would look for a pinch, but he would see nothing.Standing up and leaving the bed, Arabella glanced at the daily calendar she had created and pasted on her wall. Her hands folded themselves underneath her breasts as she noted that it was only a matter of time.Only a matter of time, and with the days breezing by she would be done and out of thud hellhole. "Well, I just have to work hard and the days
Slave To The Demon King Disobeying Orders
Klaus continuously dug his glove-covered fists into the punching bag in front of him, hitting his frustrations out and exercising his body at the same time. He was fond of his workouts - which he had done earlier that morning - but now he was back in his gym for a different reason.Not one rather, but two reasons. As he dug punches into the leather bag in front of him, ever so constantly hd imagined himself digging his fists into the face of the man who had dared to cheated and lie to him earlier. Killing him would have been a waste of his time and powers, and erasing his memory was a far worse punishment than death, knowing he would not be recovering from that anytime soon except Klaus reversed the spell, and that wasn’t even forthcoming anytime soon.Yet, as he constantly worked his entire body out, the sweat rolling of him causing his black vest to stick to his body like his second skin, he could not stop his thoughts from wandering to the second reason, as to why he was just so
Slave To The Demon King The Black Book
He ignored her question the first time, and Arabella noticed how cold her master's silence was. She noticed how he gripped the table cloth underneath, and how he was currently squeezing it roughly.The silence between them was unnerving, uncomfortable, nerve-wracking, and as the atmosphere grew tense at the same time, Arabella concluded that she was hating every minute of it.She also dreaded it too, and as she stared at him, she began to count the seconds, waiting for him to explode. Who knows? He might easily grab her neck and bang her head against the wall, or the table. He could do it, he was her master and she was helpless here.He could also send her away from his presence and keep her locked up for days without food or water, that was another punishment. There were so many things he could do to punish her for her insolence - which she was beginning to regret now - so why did he sit and choose to take his anger out on the table cloth, instead of her?Finally, after what took
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