Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 188: Force Fed Her

Chapter 188: Force Fed Her

Perhaps, she was as twisted as him, that was the only conclusion that Islinda could come to. Otherwise, how could she find Aldric licking her blood sexy? Something must be wrong with her head.

"You’re sick," She said, indirectly projecting her own insecurities instead, not that Aldric was affected by her words.

He laughed, "I’m evil and I’m not afraid to admit it. But what about you, my darling? How long are you going to hide it? You have a little bit of darkness as well, Islinda."

"Everyone has a little bit of darkness in them, Aldric. It only matters if we let it grow,, rather than let the goodness of our heart overshadow it. But you definitely have no problem relishing that darkness." She accused, giving him a condescending look.

Aldric leaned closer and Islinda watched with rapt attention as shadows radiated off his body, licking across his skin while the runes glowed with a golden light. The golden light was a huge contrast against the darkness he exuded and the malice made her blood chill.

Islinda knew Aldric was trying to scare her and it was working. Aurelia and the others in the room with them held their breath and watched the scene with fearful anticipation, praying the prince would not harm her.

Aldric said with a slow, cruel smile, "If you know that I relish that darkness, shouldn’t you be scared of me?" He cupped her cheek and Islinda turned the other way, refusing to look at him, "You know firsthand what I am capable of."

He moved back, "Eat your food, Islinda. Don’t force my hands."

Islinda let out a gasp when he released her hold and she was able to breathe properly; she had been holding her breath all that time. She glared at Aldric but the Fae went back to studying the parchment and she reluctantly picked up the spoon.

However, with her stomach tight with nerves from all that happened, Islinda did not have any appetite and kept stirring the porridge until Aldric broke through the silence.

"What’s wrong?" He asked, his intense gaze studying her.

"I told you that I’m not hungry," Islinda let go of the spoon in the porridge with Aldric watching her move.

"Hmmm, you’re not hungry or you don’t want to eat?" He obviously did not believe her with his accusatory words.

"I. Am. Not. Hungry." Islinda spelled it out for him since he couldn’t hear properly.

His lips curled, "Well, there’s always a solution for everything, don’t you think so?"

It all happened so quickly.

One moment Islinda was seated and the next she knew, he had lifted her off her feet and deposited her on his lap. She let out a scream at the turn of events, her eyes widening to the size of the moon, and struggled to be set free.

"Stop shaking or you might really arouse me. Surely, you would not entertain me bending you over the table and fucking you till I reset the position of your womb." He shamelessly stated, tightening his grasp around her waist.

Although Islinda was seated across his lap, she went still from the shock, looking so red in the face like an overripe tomato, and would have exploded if that was possible.

Shaking her head in disapproval, she hissed, "There are people present, Aldric!" Islinda looked at Rosalind to be precise. She lined up with the other workers at the corner of the room waiting to be called upon.

If Aldric had gotten the message, he didn’t show it because he blatantly said, "Oh, you mean to say, you like it more when we’re being naughty in secret?" He winked at her.

By the gods, Islinda facepalmed mentally. She has had enough of this.

"Just let me go," She wanted seconds away from this mad Fae.

Islinda looked in Rosalind’s direction, and though the Fae had a stoic face, trying to be professional in executing her duty, she must be full of anger inside her. This was all Aldric’s fault. She was supposed to matchmake the both of them, but now Rosalind was going to think something was happening between the two of them.

Everyone would think such after seeing them in that ambiguous position. No wonder Rosalind does not like her. No one would after seeing another female being close to their lover, at least in the human realm. But the Fae’s, while they deny it, possess such vain emotions as well.

Rosalind was not a fool and Aldric made things all the more difficult by paying more attention to her - Islinda. There were supposed to be some sort of boundaries between them, but no, the dark prince was intent on sending mixed messages to everyone.

Although Islinda had kissed him once she had been out of her mind at that and it was not going to happen again - even though they had come close to doing it several times. But the point is, Rosalind had nothing to fear and the earlier she managed to leave here, the better for her. When she’s gone, Aldric’s attention would not be wholly on her. There would be no room for "mistakes" again.

Issac refused to be the one who would wreck another person’s relationship. She was not that kind of person. Moreover, Valerie was the only one she had ever loved and he was very much in her heart. There was no doubt that if Valerie came back for her, she would accept him.

Islinda felt a hand turning her face and the instant her gaze rested on Aldric, a spoon pressed into her mouth and she took in the porridge he force-fed her. Islinda made a face when she realized she had just eaten the food she turned down and shot him an indignant look. And while the food tasted surprisingly good, Islinda was not ready to give up the fight. This was not just an act of feeding her, but a fight for her pride and dominance.

And Aldric was obviously not done.

The second time he tried to feed her, Islinda shook her head stubbornly in a move to offset him, but Aldric grabbed her chin and held her still. He pushed the spoon into her mouth but Islinda ground her teeth together, putting on a tough fight.

In the end, the porridge slipped from the spoon and landed on the floor thankfully, and not on him. However, Aldric was not pleased with the waste.

He cursed out, giving her a warning look. Her attitude was frustrating. It almost felt like he was dealing with a pampered brat. Well, he was the one who pampered her in the first place and he was about to change that.

He took a spoonful of the porridge again and the determined look on Islinda’s face showed she was about to frustrate his plans again. So Aldric changed tactics. His hand tangled in her hair and fisted it tight. Islinda gasped from the pain and that was all the opening Aldric needed to feed her.

However, Islinda caught herself at the last minute and the food did not go down her throat as Aldric intended, she caught it in her mouth.

"Don’t," Aldric dared her when he saw the determined look in her eyes. She has tested his patience long enough and he could not promise not to deal with her this time.

Islinda looked him dead in the eyes and with a mocking curl of her lips, turned the other way and spat it out.

And yes, she did it.

Islinda knew deep down that she had pushed Aldric to the walls and expected him to strike her in the face, already bracing herself for the impact. But Aldric did not do it, nor any other idea that had come to her mind.

Instead, she watched with confusion as he consumed the porridge instead and before she could guess his dirty intention, he grabbed her face and pressed his lips to her.

Islinda froze for several minutes. Well, it wasn’t that long but it sure felt like one as she sat taut while Aldric kissed her. However, that could not qualify as a kiss with him prying her mouth open and pushing down the porridge with the help of his expert tongue down her throat. Islinda had never felt so repulsed - and aroused - in her life than that moment.

She didn’t want to swallow it down but Aldric kissed her hard, stealing whatever air she needed to put up with her fight. Islinda traced his back and hit him repeatedly when she was close to choking but Aldric was unyielding and she had no choice but to swallow down.

Hot tears from the long effort streamed down her face and she dug her fingers into his back to cause him pain but it only egged him on and Aldric possessed her lips, tasting the seams of her mouth. It was the most dirty kiss she had ever experienced and Islinda could not tell when the change happened such that she found herself kissing him back.

And she enjoyed it.