Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 591: Sweet Addiction

Chapter 591: Sweet Addiction

"I trust you had a pleasant night, Islinda," Aldric said, his lopsided grin in place as usual.

Islinda scowled at him, feeling irked by his perpetual cheerfulness. It certainly wasn’t helping her current state, and she had half a mind to slap the grin right off his face.

Aldric must have sensed her mood shift, for his smile faltered and he raised a questioning brow. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I’m fine," Islinda replied a bit too hastily, hoping he would take the hint and leave her alone. But she should have known better.

Aldric stepped a little too closely, and his intoxicating scent enveloped Islinda’s senses.

Oh, gods.

It took everything within Islinda not to lean closer, craving more of his scent that seemed to soothe the yearning deep inside her.

She imagined pressing her nose against the crook of his neck, inhaling him deeply, the temptation almost overpowering. Her tongue would unconsciously dart out to taste him... No, no, no. Islinda abruptly halted the dangerous thought, though the deed had already been done, evident in the heat pooling between her legs.

Lost in her thoughts, Islinda realized she had fisted her hand in the horse’s mane until it made a grunt, jolting her back to reality. She involuntarily let go, startled.

"Are you okay?" Aldric’s voice was laced with concern. "You’re sweating, Islinda." He reached out to touch her face, but Islinda swatted his hand away.

"Don’t touch me," Islinda warned him desperately, fearing she would lose the last shred of control she had been clinging to with just one touch.

Aldric was about to respond when he inhaled sharply, his eyes darkening with lust as his gaze locked with Islinda’s. She froze, realizing he had sensed her arousal. Fuck. He knows now.

"You desire me," Aldric stated in a gravelly, thick tone.

"Don’t delude yourself, it’s not happening," Islinda retorted, glaring defiantly at him.

Aldric’s eyes chilled, and he snarled low, "You would rather suffer than let me ease your torment?" he asked, bewildered.

"Exactly," Islinda answered firmly. "We have rules to follow—"

"Damn the rules! Damn your human inhibitions! Damn your confusion!" Aldric erupted, pulling Islinda against him in a swift motion that left her head spinning.

"Aldric..." Islinda’s voice trailed off as she went still in his embrace. "Let me go."

But Aldric held on stubbornly, his tone softening as he tried to coax her. "It wouldn’t take long, and you’d be screaming my name. I can smell your arousal, maité beag, and you’re drenched. Allow me to help you."

Islinda ignored the endearment, her resolve wavering as she felt herself melting in his arms. However, she knew she couldn’t give in too soon. She understood Aldric’s tactics all too well; if she gave him an inch, he would take over the entire space. She had set the rule in place for a reason, and Aldric needed to learn that he couldn’t control her with mere physical desire.

"Do you know how you can help me?" Islinda shot back, her tone sharp. "By leaving me the hell alone. That would make me feel a lot better." She spat the words out, locking eyes with him and summoning all her bravery.

Aldric’s jaw clenched, his hand slackening around her as he let go. "I hope you enjoy suffering," he sneered before storming off.

Feeling a mix of relief and a gnawing sense of loss, Islinda watched as Aldric left. At least his suffocating scent was gone, allowing her to think clearly. Yet her chest constricted painfully, as if she had done something wrong by refusing him. Pushing the feeling aside, Islinda focused on finding a solution to her current problem.

With almost everyone busy dismantling tents and preparing for the journey ahead, Islinda saw her chance to slip away unnoticed into the woods.

Once she was sure she was alone, Islinda leaned against a sturdy tree, her hand slipping beneath her skirt to find her wet folds. She began to pleasure herself, her whimpers echoing through the trees.

The audacity of Aldric offering to help her break the rule, likely intending to manipulate and use it against her later, only fueled her anger. Islinda slipped not one, but two, three fingers inside of her, thrusting furiously in defiance.

But even as anger coursed through her veins, Islinda couldn’t resist picturing Aldric taking her against the tree. The fantasy felt so vividly real that she gasped for air, moving her fingers inside her with a raging intensity until she climaxed with a loud scream.

As Islinda came down from the high, she resented herself. Look what Aldric had turned her into—an animal driven by desire. She felt like a slave to her own impulses. Yet, a sick part of her still relished the way he had ignited this passion within her. The gods help her.

She stood, heaving for air for what felt like minutes until her breathing returned to normal. Only then did Islinda lower her skirt, compose herself, and return to the others. The first thing she did upon her return was wash her hands, feeling a sense of relief as she scrubbed away any trace of her recent actions.

As Islinda turned back, her gaze locked with Aldric’s, and they held each other’s gaze for a moment. It felt as though he knew exactly what she had done.

Like many other Faeries, Aldric had already mounted his horse, ready to depart. There was much left unsaid between them, but Islinda huffed and looked away, refusing to engage further. Without hesitation, she stepped on the stirrup and mounted her horse without anyone’s help, a small victory in reclaiming her independence.

Pride swelled in Islinda’s chest as she spared Aldric one last look, her eyes filled with resolve. He might have the upper hand for now, but not for long. Aldric was merely a drug in her system, and like many drugs, she would overcome the sweet addiction.

As if sensing her thoughts, Aldric returned her look with an equally challenging smirk, silently daring her to follow through with her resolve.

Islinda lifted her chin defiantly before kicking her horse into action, urging it to gallop ahead.

The game had only just begun.

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Hi guys, finally my new book for the WSA competition would be launched tomorrow. Title : Bride Of The Villain King ". If you have enjoyed Mated To The Cruel Prince so far, then I’m happy to inform you that you are not missing the Fae lore anytime soon as it has the same world settings (who knows some characters might even cross over). Anyway, here is the blurb and it should be available before webnovel reset time tomorrow.

When her child is killed by her powerful fiancé, Sasha turns to the sacred tree in Willowbrook village, pleading for a chance to bring her son back to life, accidentally summoning the villainous fae king.

King Izaiah, the king of the wild fae, agrees to her plea - but as payment for fulfilling her wish, he presents Sasha with a daunting challenge:

’Take off the necklace around my neck within two months or I will have your child’s life.’

The challenge sounded easy except, how can Sasha steal the necklace off the neck of a monster with a death touch?

Sasha’s time is ticking and left with not much options, she employs all skills in seducing and outwitting the devilish handsome trickster King without touching him or she would end up losing her child. For a life given, could easily be taken again.