Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 477: Twisted Like Aldric

Chapter 477: Twisted Like Aldric

Islinda witnessed the moment when Aldric made up his mind and swallowed nervously. Today would be her last day on earth, which should have filled her with despair, but instead she was filled with anticipation to put an end to Aldric’s tyranny. Even if she didn’t win, she would die happily knowing she had put up quite a fight.

"You ungrateful little human!" Aldric snarled, his eyes filled with rage. He said, "Is this how you repay me for everything I have done for you?"

"No," Islinda shook her head, "You said it earlier, this was not for me, but for you! It’s for you to show off your authority and rule over your household with fear. Unfortunately, you should know that ruling with an iron fist doesn’t mean you will gain their respect. Fear does not beget respect, you have to earn it!"

He shouted, "She called you a whore!"

"Everyone calls me a whore!" Islinda screamed back at him, "I slept with Valerie and apparently with you-know-who. What were you expecting them to do? Congratulate me? Just a heads-up, Aldric, you cannot control what people think about you!"

"But you fought with her, didn’t you? Isn’t that a little hypocritical to judge me for punishing her when you fought with her?"

"Because I was angry and reacted emotionally. However, now that I have calmed down, I don’t want this anymore. But you? You are intentionally punishing her and if I’m not mistaken, you seem to be enjoying it. By the gods, you are acting like the monster they call Aldric!"

Aldric froze.

Islinda swallowed, breathing heavily. Perhaps she shouldn’t have said that. She studied his inscrutable expression, uncertain of what would come next.

He smiled icily, "Maybe, I am a monster after all. You just don’t want to admit it."

"What?"

He turned to face Sura, who had been catching her breath from the paused torture. It suddenly dawned on Islinda what Aldric was about to do.

"No, Aldric!" Islinda shouted, but it was too late.

The shadows resumed sewing up Sura’s mouth and anger surged through Islinda once more. She charged at Aldric, but before her fist could touch him, he turned and captured it.

Beads of sweat formed on Islinda’s brow as she tried to pull her hand away, but Aldric wouldn’t budge. His face was difficult to read, and he stood as still as a statue.

He said coldly, "You have made your choice, now live with it."

Before Islinda could comprehend what he meant, her surroundings swirled and she was sucked into a portal. She realized Aldric must have summoned it, and they arrived in his room. Still dizzy from the effect, Islinda had no time to recover before Aldric forcefully shoved her against the wall and wrapped his hand around her throat.

"Aldric..." Islinda tried to speak, but her airway was constricted and she clawed at his arm to no avail.

There was determination in Aldric’s eyes as nightly shadows coiled around him. He looked like the grim reaper sent to claim her soul, and Islinda knew it was the end. Aldric was going to kill her. Anger consumed her. After all she had done to escape, she was going to die at his hands. And he would discover her secret—she couldn’t die. Damn it. She couldn’t die, not now.

Unable to come up with a solution, the only idea that came to mind was to grind against him. At first, there was no response from Aldric, as if he hadn’t noticed what she was doing, but Islinda didn’t give up. She continued to rock against him, and perhaps her mind was just as twisted as his, because grinding into him while he strangled her sent a strange pleasure rippling through her.

Islinda knew the exact moment that Aldric noticed, as his grip around her neck loosened and his blue eyes hooded and darkened with lust. Islinda didn’t stop, she kept moving against him until she felt his familiar erection, and her lips curled in victory. They both stared into each other’s eyes, darkened with desire.

Next thing Islinda knew, Aldric pushed her against the wall and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. She moaned as the kiss became more furious, forceful, and brutal. It felt as if Aldric were ravaging her mouth with the intensity of it. But Islinda wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his perfect torso, still grinding against him.

Her body was on fire, and Islinda couldn’t care less that this was the same Fae she had been furious with just moments ago. Not to mention, he had also tried to kill her. With astonishing strength, Islinda turned the tables and shoved him against the wall this time, their lips still locked in a passionate embrace.

Her tongue found its way between their parted lips, and Aldric responded with a growl. He turned her around so her back was pressed against the wall, sucking on her tongue and causing Islinda to moan so loudly that she was sure anyone outside would hear them.

The kiss was so intense that when Islinda pushed him again, it sent them crashing into a small shelf in his room, causing books to fall. But neither of them cared, lost in their passion. Islinda’s body was buzzing with excitement, and everything became clear to her. She wanted Aldric. She liked him. Loved him. Despite the fact that he was pure evil and she would probably regret falling in love with him one day.

But for now, she pushed those thoughts aside. She focused solely on the two of them. Aldric kissed her deeply and sensually, as if they both disregarded the consequences of their actions. His hands slid up her back, entwined in her hair, and caressed the nape of her neck. He tilted her chin up with his hands, cupping her face as he pressed his lips against her throat and trailed kisses upward.

Islinda placed her hands against his chest and began tugging at his tunic. She wanted it gone. She wanted to feel his skin against hers. She already had Eli, and now it was time to claim Aldric as well. She realized, in the end, she was just as twisted as he was.