Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 534

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Chapter 534: Her Darkness Ended And Aldric’s Began

Islinda knew she had to assert herself, to show Aldric that she wouldn’t be cowed by his presence. The intensity of her gaze bore into him, daring him to respond, demanding that Aldric take her seriously despite the vulnerability of her situation.

"What do you mean by that, didn’t you miss me?" Aldric asked, his tone unaffected by Islinda’s anger, his expression inscrutable.

"What?" Islinda stared at him, dumbfounded by his audacity. Was he kidding her right now? How could he escape from his prison and then have the nerve to claim he missed her after what he had done? Then, in a moment of clarity, Islinda realized her mistake—she forgot she was dealing with a psychopath, someone capable of such twisted logic and manipulation.

To confront Aldric effectively, Islinda would have to match his cunning and ruthlessness. With calculated precision, she maintained her sweet facade as she responded to his question.

"Oh, I did miss you too, Aldric," Her words dripped with saccharine sweetness, masking the venom that lay beneath.

Aldric’s brow lifted in surprise at her unexpected response. "You did?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.

"Yes," Islinda’s demeanor turned chilly in an instant, her eyes flashing. "I simply thought of several million ways I could hack you to pieces and then dump those bits into the deepest abyss of hell," she spat out, her voice dripping with disdain.

Expecting her words to rattle Aldric, Islinda was taken aback when his response was not one of shock or fear, but rather amusement. To her dismay, Aldric let out a rich chuckle, the sound reverberating deep within her. Fuck, this wasn’t the way it was supposed to go.

"So brutal," Aldric remarked, his voice laced with a disturbing mirth. "It turns me on."

Islinda swallowed nervously as Aldric’s unnerving declaration washed over her. Instead of feeling revulsion and apprehension, a strange sensation of intrigue and arousal coursed through her veins. The casual manner in which Aldric spoke of his twisted desires sent a shiver down her spine, but it wasn’t one of repulsion—it was a thrill that seemed to electrify her senses.

As the realization dawned on her, Islinda couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. Had she delved so deeply into the darkness that she now found herself drawn to it? The gods help her, for she was unsure of where her own darkness ended and Aldric’s began.

At that moment, Islinda became acutely aware of their proximity, and a surge of panic gripped her heart. Aldric’s stronger body had pinned her to the bed, leaving her feeling vulnerable and trapped beneath his weight. His hand, now rubbing a soothing spot on her scalp, elicited an involuntary moan from her lips, betraying the conflicting sensations of pleasure and discomfort coursing through her.