Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 470: A Woman After His Heart

Chapter 470: A Woman After His Heart

Usually, most men would be concerned if their significant other was staring at them with such murderous eyes, imagining different ways to gut them open. However, Prince Aldric Huxstabel of the winter court clan and the great dark Fae prince found it arousing.

There was something adorably cute about seeing Islinda flushed with that fire burning in her eyes and her lips pressed together in a grim line. He knew her mind was working several ways she could dissect him and it was incredibly hot. A woman with a thirst for blood and ruthlessness, that was definitely a female after his heart.

Though, after tonight, his heart would stop beating for her because she would be dead. Once he killed her and emerge as a new Fae afterwards, he would think of another way of getting to that throne. Aldric had allowed himself to be diverted, playing along with Islinda’s games and tapping into Eli’s loving nature. His alter ego had no idea of his plan, he shut off that line of communication and it was best it remained that way.

From her upside down position, Islinda had learned a valuable lesson - to stay still. Her attempts to free herself had been futile, if anything, they only left her exhausted. Thankfully, she had chosen to wear pants instead of a dress, or else her skirt would have revealed everything. She could only pray Aldric would never embarrass her like this, incase of next time. Islinda knew their fights would never end.

As she hung in that "wonderful" position , she watched as Aldric opened the carriage door, waiting for his shadow to come and dump her inside. The more time she spent with Aldric, the more she understood why people feared him and his shadows. They could lift her effortlessly, yet when she tried to tear them away, she felt nothing.

She also couldn’t forget the incident in the dining hall. Aldric’s shadows had enveloped the entire room, leaving no doubt in Islinda’s mind that he could eliminate the royal family if he wanted to. However, she knew he had principles and wouldn’t cross the line of murdering his own family in cold blood. Though he was capable of it, Islinda sensed a hint of morality within him. Perhaps, king Oberon sensed the same and left him alive on purpose

On the other hand, Islinda had no reservations about killing Aldric once she was free. It would be a favor to the entire Fae realm. She was certain they would congratulate her for a job well done. Afterward, Fae Queen Maeve would likely dispose of her, now that she had no one to protect her. Why did her life have to be so difficult? Islinda sighed, feeling frustrated.

Aldric seemed to know what she was thinking. Even when the shadows gently placed her on the carriage couch, they still bound her hands and legs. Islinda clenched her teeth, trying to control her boiling rage. She had reached her limit. As soon as the shadows released her, she lunged at Aldric, who had the audacity to sit beside her. Who did he think she was?

But Aldric grabbed her waist and pressed her against him, silencing her with a fierce kiss.

No, no, no! This wasn’t going to calm her down. Islinda struggled to escape, but she was like a trapped animal, and Aldric was an impenetrable fortress. She pushed, shoved, punched, pinched, and clawed, but Aldric held on tight, continuing to attack her mouth.

Aldric’s kiss was hard and bruising, and soon, Islinda succumbed and kissed him back with equal ferocity. In a matter of moments, she found herself straddling him, their bodies tightly pressed together. They finally broke away for air and stared at each other. Islinda still felt anger coursing through her, but now, there was a hunger for something more. Aldric looked smug.

"You’re not a whore," he suddenly said.

"What?" Islinda responded, her breathing heavy and shallow.

Aldric’s eyes twinkled as he explained, "You’re my whore. Both of our whore." He was referring to his alter ego, Eli.

"Oh." Realization dawned on Islinda, and her expression changed. This was Aldric’s way of apologizing. Though unconventional, she wouldn’t push her luck. This would suffice.

So when Aldric grabbed her by the hair and forced his lips upon hers, she didn’t attempt to slap him this time. Instead, she kissed him back, their lips entwined as they lost themselves in the moment. When she tasted the strong metallic taste of blood, it was hard to tell who was bleeding since they had been biting each other ferociously.

It was a kink of Aldric’s that Islinda had come to enjoy over time. Although it wasn’t amusing when she couldn’t eat properly due to a sore mouth. Though only minutes had passed, it felt like hours as Islinda and Aldric made up like horny teenagers. Indeed, they were both quite aroused. However, Islinda was careful not to let things escalate. As much as she was enjoying the moment, she still had reservations about Aldric and knew she would likely regret this later. It would hurt, but she couldn’t break this bad habit of falling for Aldric.

Their passionate kiss was long and intense, and Islinda never wanted it to end. However, the carriage suddenly came to a violent stop, and she would have been injured if Aldric hadn’t swiftly grabbed her. Her heart skipped a beat, thinking they had been hijacked, but to her surprise, the door swung open to reveal Maxi’s smiling face.

"Hello, who missed me?" Maxi trailed off, scanning their position and momentarily stupefied. However, her face quickly split into a shit eating grin. "Damn, isn’t it hot in here?" she exclaimed, fanning herself.

"By the gods, Maxi, you shouldn’t have scared the horses like that..." Isaac, who had also arrived at the same moment, was rendered speechless. His face turned red, unlike his shameless female companion who clearly enjoyed the scene.

Kill her now, Islinda hid her face in Aldric’s chest, who shamelessly laughed at her.