Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 480

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Chapter 480: Broken

Islinda did not die, rather she almost lost consciousness. Aldric let go at the last minute and she inhaled the breath of life. However, that had felt close to death. A very sweet death.

It could be said that Aldric was a little bit careless since he almost killed her. But one couldn’t exactly blame him, considering Islinda never showed discomfort about breathing. In the past when he tried choking her, she had clawed and punched him as she struggled for air. He assumed that she had a higher tolerance this time, not to mention, he was not thinking with his head right now and had his dick inside of her.

Having sex with Islinda was more than what he had imagined. No wonder that idiot Eli would go all the way to please her and have her out of harm’s way by all means possible. Aldric has had his fair share of females but Islinda’s cunt was heaven. She was perfect for him and he wouldn’t mind fucking her forever. Damn it. He shouldn’t exactly be thinking about "forever" when he planned to kill her tonight. freeweɓnovel-cøm

Shit!

Moments ago, he had been determined to kill her, but instead, here he was fucking her. This was what he was talking about. Islinda was too dangerous and was beginning to get to him. Fine, he would get back to the killing part after this. For now, he would enjoy this with her. It was not like it was one-sided. She was having a good time too and it wasn’t a bad idea to send her to Hades after giving her a good time. She would probably be the happiest ghost.

Aldric groaned as he came with her, gripping her waist so tight he knew he hurt her without even checking. But she was not complaining and he wanted more because he was still as hard as a rod inside of her. She was his to use and like he promised her, he was going to destroy her. It was petty of him to be jealous of his alter ego, but Aldric was determined to fuck Islinda so badly she could never find it in her to make any comparison between the both of them. He was the master and owner of this body, every other personality was beneath his control, second class, and would never outbreak his prowess.

"Aww, Aldric!" Islinda cried out when Aldric pulled out of her, flipped her around, and made her raise on all fours. He pressed her face down with her hips poised in the air and entered her with no apology.

Islinda moaned lasciviously as Aldric dominated her, the erotic sound of flesh slapping flesh reverberating across the room. Every sense of reservations she ever vanished away. Islinda could not count

"Do you like this?" Aldric groaned, his cock plowing into her brutally, to the hilt, before pulling back to her slick fold before he plunge in again rhythmically.

"Yes, I like it! Love it!" Islinda moaned loudly, her face buried in the sheet as Aldric continuously wrecked her. To be honest, she couldn’t no longer tell how many times she had come. She had lost counts. Aldric was a monster in bed as he was in real life. And hopefully, she would survive.

He lifted his hand and smacked her on the bottom. Islinda wailed. It burned. Yet he showed no mercy, nor did he even bother to soothe the skin as he continuously struck her to the point where she became numb and where it should have hurt, it became pleasurable instead.

"Good human." Aldric complimented her, his words thick with lust. Islinda felt like a whore. But as Aldric said, she was his whore. Their whore —Eli included.

Islinda tightened around him and she screamed out her desire, her hair clutching around the sheet. Unable to take it anymore, she collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Except Aldric turned her around and in a flash, she had straddled him and ridding him.