Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 206: What I Would Do To You Tonight

Chapter 206: What I Would Do To You Tonight

Call her childish for being afraid of a scene caused by her overactive imagination, but Islinda was not intent on having another panic attack while alone. She hasn’t forgotten what the first time felt like.

Islinda thought she was going to die, there was just this sense of impending doom that made the panic attack worse and much more intense, especially recalling how helpless she had felt in that room.

And then her heart was pounding so much faster it felt like it would pop out of her chest. She was choking on her breath and her throat was painfully tight. All she could hear was her blood pounding in her ears, which drowned out Aldric’s voice until that sharp slap jerked her back to reality.

Islinda has had pretty much many bad experiences in the human realm especially during hunting and in the hands of her late family. One time, she had come across a tiger in the woods but her heart remained shockingly still and her mind focused. She had been cautious, watching the tigers’ predatory move, and was able to attack before it got within an inch of her.

It wasn’t until she got home and Madam Alice and her daughters celebrated her win that the wariness and shock finally kicked in. Yet none of it had led to a panic attack, not even when she was younger, and her stepmother would lock her up in a dark shed whenever she tried being rebellious.

How then was this experience so different? Perhaps, it might have to do with the fact that she was in a different realm plus the crushing disappointment caused by Valerie and the thought of being forced into another body. Recalling the incident alone was enough to incite another attack.

Being Islinda was all she ever knew. This face and body belonged to her, was hers, so how could she take another’s? Again, it must have to do with the fact that such practice was only possible in the Fae realm and never thought of in the human realm, thus scaring the love of God out of her.

So she rushed into Aldric’s bed and pulled the sheet over herself, covering her body thoroughly. Islinda made her body smaller, curling in on herself, and waited for the fear to dissipate. It felt like forever for Islinda when it wasn’t up to a minute in reality and the sheet was suddenly snatched off her body, exposing her to the outside.

Aldric.

"What are you doing?" He asked with an unfathomable look in his eyes, tossing the cover away.

Islinda had no choice but to sit up and open her mouth to answer only to close it helplessly and she had to swallow much saliva instead to keep from drooling at the sight that greeted her. Aldric was standing at the bedside and his upper body was bare.

The runes were moving across his skin and compared to daytime in the library, now at night with the lowered Fae light, it writhed like golden snakes on his body. It was kind of terrifying and oddly beautiful at the same time. However, his moving tattoos were the least of Islinda’s problems.

She let herself indulge in the view of his stunning body honed by centuries of fighting and brutality. Was it the solid pack flowing down his tight chest, the arms corded with muscles, or the thin seducing trail of hair leading down into his pants that left Islinda hot and thirsty, pressing her thighs together?

This was a huge problem. Ever since she came into this realm, it has been fucking with her mind and libido. How could she feel such strong feelings of lust towards Aldric of all Fae’s? And the worst part was she still loved Valerie and that alone made her feel guilty. Valerie was an asshole for pulling that stunt with her, but Aldric was a bigger asshole and dangerous.

If there’s anyone she should be running into his arms right now, it should be Valerie and not Aldric. But then, the idea of running into his room seemed like a brilliant idea until now. No, this was not the time for this, she had to clear her thoughts.

Aside from that, Islinda couldn’t help but feel that Aldric was angry with the way his lips were pressed into a thin line. She frowned, was he possessive about his bed considering this was her first time on it? [A/N: And it wouldn’t be her last either, hehe]

No, It didn’t make sense. Who gets mad when someone else lays on his bed? Not to mention, he didn’t seem to have any problem with Rosalind on it. Eww, Islinda’s face twisted when he recalled that scene. If it wasn’t for the fact that the sheets were very clean and smelled incredibly nice - like Aldric, not that she has been sniffing him, you know - and it has been weeks since that event, she would have jumped from the bed with her nose wrinkled in disgust.

And did she forget to mention that Aldric enjoyed his space because this bed was so large it could contain a family of five? With this much capacity, he and Rosalind could turn, roll, and experience many styles while tangled up in the sheets without fear of falling. Damn, of all thoughts, why did she have to conjure that one. Double eww.

She looked at him with pitiful eyes, "Can I stay here for the night? I don’t think that I can stay in my room alone. It still reeks of that incident."

"No." Came his answer, leaving Islinda gobsmacked. She had not seen that coming. No, she did not expect that at all. Islinda had expected that Aldric would be thrilled with her presence on his bed and that she would be the one fending off his silly advances.

She tried again.

"It’s just for the night."

"No."

Islinda’s brows drew together and she could feel a headache brewing.

"Why?" She demanded an answer. If the dark prince kicks her out of his room, then she is doomed. She would surely die from overwhelming fear tonight.

He arched a brow at her, "You ask as if you don’t know the answer?"

"W-what... oh." It dawned on her, that Aldric believed she would do something to him. As if, Islinda found the idea laughable.

She told him, "Trust me, I would not touch you -" Islinda was cut off by Aldric’s ridiculing laughter.

Her face burning with embarrassment, she asked timidly, "What’s funny about what I said."

"You think I’m scared of you?" Aldric snickered, only for his face to darken the next seconds, his lips pulled into a cruel smirk and his voice low and threateningly, "I’m the one you should be scared of Islinda. You should be scared of what I would do to you tonight."