Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 108: Evil Was Seductive

Chapter 108: Evil Was Seductive

Islinda stumbled forward as soon as they stepped out of the portal and her feet touched the ground, with Aldric righting her. However, she spun out of his grasp as quick as lightning and he laughed at the gesture, finding her amusing.

"Where are we? Where did you take me?" She asked, staring at the unfamiliar room. But the question remained, whose room? And though a small voice inside her head answered, Islinda refused to acknowledge it.

"This is my bedroom." He answered nonchalantly as if he didn’t practically kidnap a young lady into his room.

"What?" Islinda whipped around, slightly out of breath.

"Have a tour while at it." He winked at her.

Islinda rolled her eyes upwards however curiosity got the best of her and she looked around. Aldric invited her anyway, she would not turn it down out of respect and to avoid provoking him, Islinda told herself.

When Islinda imagined Aldric’s bedroom, she assumed it would be dark, cold, direly, smelly, and full of human and Fae skins as decorations and evidence of his kills. Yes, her brain had imagined the worst living situation befitting a monster like him.

No, her brain had not come close to imagining this grand bedroom. Not the lavish room alive with the color blue, the vine-shrouded chandelier hanging from above and alight with a strange fire, a large armoire at the side of the spacious room, shining marble floor, large windows with the moonlight streaming in, and a tempting posh bed - she wanted to feel its softness.

"Wow," Islinda breathed, noticing some other features and the fact his room was more opulent than hers. If his room was this magnificent, Islinda was determined to check out the rest of the house.

She suddenly regretted having not taken up Aurelia’s offer of touring the house - her beautiful prison - during the day. But it was not too late. At least, her schedule for the day was set instead of wallowing in heartbreak.

"The more I....." Islinda turned, trailing off at the shocking sight of Aldric shirtless.

By the gods, Islinda gawked at him, her jaw dropping to the ground. What did she just see? Islinda knew she shouldn’t be interested in Aldric’s body, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

Aldric didn’t need any introduction, his tightly coiled muscles told he was a warrior through and through. The runes tattooed on his muscled chest drew more of her attention with the way it gleamed with dark magic. To be honest, the shadows writhing around him should frighten her but she was strangely drawn to it.

The darkness tempted her, urging her to test out her theory, to see if those live shadows were really incorporeal or if she would feel it while wrapped around her hand. Islinda swallowed, evil was seductive.

Islinda took a step back, shaking her head to erase the nonsense, and had to remind herself that Aldric was a monster and that she hated him. But her body seems to have a mind of it, shamelessly ogling the muscles of his abdomen.

At this point, she couldn’t help but compare Valerie and Aldric. While Valerie was all lithe muscles and had the willowy grace of the Fae’s, Aldric was all hard lines and sculpted muscle, his shoulder broader. Valerie oozed raw power, Aldric dribbled cold brutality.

Aldric caught her ogling because their eyes met and he grinned wolfishly. Her cheeks heated and that was all the reminder Islinda needed to rouse to reality.

"It’s not what you’re thinking," She said, her face looking very flush.

"Oh, darling I know what you’re thinking." He said with a low, silky voice that had goosebumps breaking out on her skin.

This was not good, the Fae was trying to seduce her.

Her heart began to hammer in her chest with fear, anticipation - and strangely excitement. As a hunter once in the human realm, it had been difficult tamping down the thrill of the chase, and choosing to hunt to put the food on the table, not for sports. But the temptation was always there, just like now. The danger was exciting and it made my blood thrum, forgetting the pain of her injured hand.

Aldric began to approach her slowly, calculatingly, and she stepped back at the hungry heat in his eyes. It seems she had gotten more than she bargained for and her gaze traveled to the door. She ran towards it, but Aldric appeared at her side like a flash of lightning, blocking her.

"Where are you going?" He asked, almost in a growl, his body pressing her to the wall and she was all aware of their intimate position.

"I should be asking what you’re doing?" Islinda asked in a whisper, her breath coming rapidly.

"I thought you were sending me an invitation or was I wrong Islinda?" There was a glint in his eyes that made her blood throb in her veins, out of excitement or fury. She had no idea.

A little smile found his face. He said, "I’m about to have my bath, you could join me, keep me company, I wouldn’t mind."

Islinda was so stunned by his bold request that she could not utter a single word, lifting her injured hand instead.

"Oh, that?" He recognized her answer even without speaking, "I could pinch a nerve that would block out the pain and you wouldn’t even feel a thing until we’re done and you would be sent to the healer. It’s all your choice, Islinda, I wouldn’t force myself on you."

Tempting, that was all Islinda could say but common sense returned and reminded her that she shouldn’t even be having this conversation with Aldric, not to mention getting to the point of offering.... Islinda’s face heated at the thought. May the gods help her.

"I need a healer." Islinda was grateful her voice didn’t waver nor crack this time.

Aldric was taken aback by her answer, probably not expecting she would withstand his charms.

"Quite boring," He mused, and just when Islinda thought the dark prince would put up a fight, he stepped back and gave her the space she needed.

"Fine, a healer then."