Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Force Fed Her

Perhaps, she was as twisted as him, that was the only conclusion that Islinda could come to. Otherwise, how could she find Aldric licking her blood sexy? Something must be wrong with her head.

"You’re sick," She said, indirectly projecting her own insecurities instead, not that Aldric was affected by her words.

He laughed, "I’m evil and I’m not afraid to admit it. But what about you, my darling? How long are you going to hide it? You have a little bit of darkness as well, Islinda."

"Everyone has a little bit of darkness in them, Aldric. It only matters if we let it grow,, rather than let the goodness of our heart overshadow it. But you definitely have no problem relishing that darkness." She accused, giving him a condescending look.

Aldric leaned closer and Islinda watched with rapt attention as shadows radiated off his body, licking across his skin while the runes glowed with a golden light. The golden light was a huge contrast against the darkness he exuded and the malice made her blood chill.

Islinda knew Aldric was trying to scare her and it was working. Aurelia and the others in the room with them held their breath and watched the scene with fearful anticipation, praying the prince would not harm her.

Aldric said with a slow, cruel smile, "If you know that I relish that darkness, shouldn’t you be scared of me?" He cupped her cheek and Islinda turned the other way, refusing to look at him, "You know firsthand what I am capable of."

He moved back, "Eat your food, Islinda. Don’t force my hands."

Islinda let out a gasp when he released her hold and she was able to breathe properly; she had been holding her breath all that time. She glared at Aldric but the Fae went back to studying the parchment and she reluctantly picked up the spoon.

However, with her stomach tight with nerves from all that happened, Islinda did not have any appetite and kept stirring the porridge until Aldric broke through the silence.

"What’s wrong?" He asked, his intense gaze studying her.

"I told you that I’m not hungry," Islinda let go of the spoon in the porridge with Aldric watching her move.

"Hmmm, you’re not hungry or you don’t want to eat?" He obviously did not believe her with his accusatory words.

"I. Am. Not. Hungry." Islinda spelled it out for him since he couldn’t hear properly.

His lips curled, "Well, there’s always a solution for everything, don’t you think so?"

It all happened so quickly.

One moment Islinda was seated and the next she knew, he had lifted her off her feet and deposited her on his lap. She let out a scream at the turn of events, her eyes widening to the size of the moon, and struggled to be set free.

"Stop shaking or you might really arouse me. Surely, you would not entertain me bending you over the table and fucking you till I reset the position of your womb." He shamelessly stated, tightening his grasp around her waist. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Although Islinda was seated across his lap, she went still from the shock, looking so red in the face like an overripe tomato, and would have exploded if that was possible.

Shaking her head in disapproval, she hissed, "There are people present, Aldric!" Islinda looked at Rosalind to be precise. She lined up with the other workers at the corner of the room waiting to be called upon.

If Aldric had gotten the message, he didn’t show it because he blatantly said, "Oh, you mean to say, you like it more when we’re being naughty in secret?" He winked at her.

By the gods, Islinda facepalmed mentally. She has had enough of this.

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