Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 314: Consequences Of Flirting

Chapter 314: Consequences Of Flirting

Eli burst into laughter which was the least reaction Islinda expected from him after just announcing she needed his help.

She inquired, "What’s funny?"

Eli stared at her, "I thought it weird you put so much effort into dressing up. Now I know why. "

Islinda placed a hand on her chest, faking her shock, "I do put a lot of effort into dressing up."

"Yes, you do. I cannot deny that fact. However, today, it’s different and obviously, you intend to seduce me." Eli said, relaxing into his seat having seen through her plan, and was amused.

Islinda opened her mouth to deny it but words failed her and she gave up with a sigh. However, she lifted her brow," Is it working though?"

"What is working?" He schooled his expression, pretending not to have any idea what she was talking about.

Fine, two can play this game.

Islinda leaned towards Eli, taking his hand and placing it on her bare thigh, whispering into his ear seductively, "Tell me, Eli, is my seduction working?" She licked the tip of his pointed ear.

Eli groaned, "Yes, princess, it’s working so hard that I am barely holding onto the last thread of control and I wouldn’t mind fucking you right in front of everyone."

A shiver washed over Islinda and her core throbbed with desire. Alright, that was hot, but they were not putting on a show for the Fae in this room. However, this was not the time to put out the heat.

Her hand closed over Eli’s bigger one and she guided his palm to glide across her exposed thigh through the slit, watching the way his throat tightened.

"It turns out that I’m not allowed to work in the kitchen and I want that to change."

"Why? What do you intend to do in the kitchen? It’s not a place for you." Eli asked, now taking over as his finger edged downward and her breath hitched in her throat.

Islinda stopped his hand, answering huskily, "I want to make you something."

"Make me something?" He looked surprised but that didn’t stop his hand from moving.

Islinda halted his plan once more, looking across the room and scanning the servants who had a disinterested look but could very much be listening in on their conversation right now. So she scooted over with her chair and leaned into him to the point her breast was pressed against his side. Obviously, Eli did not mind.

"This is your last day as Eli, and I want to do something special for you." Even if they did eavesdrop on their conversation, it’s not like they could understand whatever they just discussed.

Islinda shifted back, saying this time, "I do remember you liked the Akara balls back in the human realm, it was the only snack you wouldn’t reject. I want to make you some. I doubt I can get the whole ingredients but Aurelia has proven she has ways of securing them and I’ll make her a list as soon as you agree. Isn’t that so, Aurelia?"

"Of course, my lady. Anything you request, albeit approved by my prince would be done, immediately," Aurelia said, bowing deeply.

"Hmmmm," Eli rubbed his cheek thoughtfully, "You can go ahead."

Islinda was seconds away from rejoicing when he added, "Although you know how this works, huh? You have to make a deal with me, Princess."

Her face fell at once, "Outrageous! You know I’m doing this for you!"

Eli chuckled devilishly, reminding her, "I didn’t ask for it, remember? You’re doing it out of your own good will, princess. Let’s see how important this is for you. "

Islinda shook her head in disbelief, this Fae was just evil. Totally evil. However, she got carried away by the conversation. She forgot his hand resting on her thigh and now there was no barrier in his way, the shameless Eli slid a hand between her legs, his fingers seeking her clit.

She quickly slapped her thighs close, unfortunately, or was it fortunately – at least for Eli – trapping his hand between her legs. It was at that moment Islinda realized she just fucked up.

"Eli...." Islinda gulped, warning and pleading with her gaze. He can’t do this to her right now, not in front of an audience.

Mischievous laughter rumbled in his chest, he commanded her, "Make the deal."

"Yes, N–no ...." Her panicking gaze traveled across the hall but the servants weren’t even looking their way. However, Islinda was still not assured. And yes, she was a prude.

"You were saying?" His finger pressed her clit and she sucked in a sharp breath, turning to look the other way only for Eli to grab her face and hold still.

"Focus on me. They’re trained not to look. Now, tell me, do we have a deal?"

"What deal?"

Islinda was not ignorant of what he was asking for. But she was not going to.

Eli did not answer, but rather smiled, letting his hand do the talking instead as they glided along her wetness and she gasped from pleasure. Islinda closed her eyes and tried to fight it, but with her thighs closely locked together, it only applied pleasure that heightened the sensation. Fuck, she can’t do this.

"Fine! The deal is on!" Islinda breathed out, unable to fight him anymore.

"Good one, princess," Eli smirked victoriously, right before his lips crashed on hers and he kissed her hard. Pleasure coiled inside of Islinda as Eli tormented and teased her clit, until she moaned into his mouth. At least he had the sense to dull those sounds.

He finally forced her legs open and pushed a thick finger inside of her. Oh, the gods, help her! Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She panted for breath but his tongue slid in, tasting and tracing the roof of her mouth while moving his fingers inside of her.

The sensation jolted through her body and her finger slid into his hair, kissing him harder and pressing him closer to her body. Islinda could no longer care about her image or the fact anyone was watching, lost in the feel of his mouth, tongue, and fingers. It was too much. She was swimming in an ocean of pleasure.

And then Eli added a second finger, stretching her so wide and hitting a spot that made her see stars. Islinda sailed through the heavens.