Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 535: Walk In On Them

Chapter 535: Walk In On Them

"Then kill me," Islinda begged, her voice trembling with desperation. Ignoring the fact that she couldn’t truly die, Islinda saw an opportunity to exploit Aldric’s belief in her mortality. If she could convince him that she was willing to sacrifice herself, she might be able to fake her death and escape him now and forever. Hopefully.

"Never," Aldric growled aggressively, his voice dripping with contempt, as if the mere thought of granting Islinda’s plea was abhorrent to him. It was a stark contrast to the irony of the situation—how he had once attempted to kill her and now acted as if the idea of her demise was so repugnant. Islinda couldn’t help but find it laughable, the hypocrisy in Aldric’s stance not lost on her.

Aldric leaned in slowly, the harsh lines of his expression softening as he murmured the words, "Never again, my love." his voice was filled with a sincerity that made Islinda’s breath hitch and his once cold and calculating eyes, now held a warmth that seemed out of place in the midst of their tense exchange.

In that moment, the air between them seemed to shift, charged with an unexpected tenderness that caught Islinda off guard. But even as a part of her longed to believe in his words, Islinda remained wary, knowing all too well the dangers of trusting in Aldric’s promises, especially when they were cloaked in such sweet deceit

"Liar." Islinda responded sharply.

"I’m Fae. I can’t lie." Aldric reminded Islinda.

"Yet, you’re a master of your words," Islinda said, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm as a wry smile played on her lips.

Aldric had no retort this time; instead, he stared at Islinda with an inexplicable look, his gaze intense and searching. The tension between them crackled in the air, thick with unspoken desires and unresolved conflicts. Their faces were mere inches apart now, the heat of their proximity igniting a primal longing that pulsed between them. In that charged moment, all Aldric could think of was closing the distance between them, his intent clear in the way his gaze flickered to her lips.

But before he could act on his impulse, Islinda spoke, her voice cutting through the electric atmosphere like a knife.

You hurt me," Islinda accused, her voice laced with anguish as she confronted Aldric with the pain he had caused her.

"You hurt me too," Aldric replied, his tone heavy with the echoes of past wounds. He touched his chest where Maxi had stabbed him with the sword, the physical scars serving as a stark reminder of the betrayal he had endured in Islinda’s pursuit of freedom.

"No!" Islinda shouted, her voice trembling with raw emotion as she struggled to articulate the depth of her pain. "You kicked me out of your room right after we...," she began, her words catching in her throat as she choked back tears, unable to bring herself to recount the terrible experience that had haunted her ever since. It was the most humiliating day of her life, a moment that had left her feeling broken and betrayed. Despite all the hardships and betrayals she had endured at Aldric’s hands, it was this particular incident that had inflicted the deepest wound upon her heart.

"I’m sorry," Aldric said, his voice carrying a rare note of sincerity.

"W-what?" Islinda stammered, disbelief evident in her tone as she struggled to process the unexpected apology.

"I’m sorry, Islinda," Aldric repeated himself, his gaze steady as he met her incredulous stare.

Islinda’s mouth opened and closed on its own, her mind struggling to comprehend the reality of the situation. Did Aldric just apologize to her? Was the world ending today by some strange twist of fate? It was simply too surreal to believe that Aldric, known for his pride and arrogance, was offering an apology to her.

In a daze, Islinda reached out and tentatively clasped his face in her palm, her touch gentle yet probing as she stroked her thumbs along his cheek. Her eyes searched his, seeking answers in the depths of his gaze. "What has come over you?" she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she struggled to make sense of the sudden change in Aldric’s demeanor.

"Why don’t you find out?" Aldric’s voice was low and husky, his words laced with a hint of challenge as he closed the distance between them.

Before Islinda could react, his lips swooped down on hers, capturing her in a searing kiss that left her breathless. His mouth possessed hers with a hunger that bordered on desperation, his tongue tangling with hers in a dance as old as time itself.

Islinda moaned softly, her senses overwhelmed as Aldric’s kiss ignited a primal passion within her. Without hesitation, her arm instinctively wrapped around him, pulling him closer as her body surrendered to the intensity of their embrace. In that moment, it was undeniable that she was in love with Aldric. Every fiber of her being seemed to pulse with desire, each kiss sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

It was as if lightning was flowing through her body, electrifying every nerve ending and setting her soul ablaze with longing. The sensation was so intense that Islinda’s toes curled involuntarily, her grip on the dark Fae prince tightening as she sought to hold onto the moment for as long as possible.

Aldric kissed Islinda with a fervor that bordered on possession, his lips hungry and insistent as if he couldn’t get enough of her. In that moment, it felt as though he wanted to devour not just her lips, but her very soul as well. And she supposed he would, if he could, for there was a darkness within him that hungered for more than just physical intimacy.

But as their passion reached its peak, a sudden realization jolted her back to reality. Fuck, Valerie! He was next door, oblivious to the intimate exchange taking place just a few feet away. The realization hit Islinda like a bucket of cold water, her moment of passion overshadowed by the fear he might walk into this scene.