Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 540

Chapter 540: Islinda’s Holiday Was Over

Aldric’s eyes snapped open, a sinister glint dancing within the depths of his slightly glowing blue irises. His lips curled into a smile, but there was a darkness lurking beneath the surface. With a slow, deliberate movement, he turned his gaze towards the necklace clutched tightly in his fist, his expression shifting from a smile to a smug grin.

Aldric possessed numerous skills honed over the years, "skills" that had satisfied his "voluntary" lovers time and again. This was the first time he had done such a thing. In the past, he had never deemed it worth his time or energy to pursue a female in such a manner, as none had been motivating enough to warrant the effort. Though he had always ensured his partners received the best servicing, deriving his own pleasure from them in the process, no one had ever compelled him to go to such extreme lengths. No one, that is, until Islinda—his mate. With her, everything was different. She ignited a fire within him unlike anything he had ever experienced before, driving him to act in ways he never thought possible.

His mind intrusion skills were were typically employed for terrorizing his targets within their subconscious or extracting vital information. However, the newfound variation he had just experienced intrigued him and Aldric was sure as hell going to put it into practice. After all, didn’t they say practice makes perfect?

Such a naughty thing his mate had been.

Despite her anger towards him, Islinda had not resisted him, a realization that brought immense joy to Aldric; knowing that his mate desired him stirred a primal sense of satisfaction within him. Islinda’s whimpered cries of his name, "Aldric," rather than Valerie’s, only ignited a euphoric sense of validation within him. Aldric basked in the intoxicating euphoria of knowing that Islinda wanted him, not his oblivious brother who slept mere steps away, unaware of the passion unfolding between them.

Aldric couldn’t shake the vivid memory of how Islinda had twisted in her sleep as his tongue caressed along her folds. He recalled the way she had writhed and gasped, her body arching against the bed as he delved deeper into her tight, heated core. With each touch, she had spread her legs eagerly, moaning in pleasure and welcoming his intimate exploration. Islinda had grasped his hair tightly, her fists burying into the strands as she pulled him closer, her moans mingling with his name on her lips.

A low, guttural rumble emanated from Aldric as he looked down, his gaze fixated on his own body’s response to the illicit thoughts swirling in his mind. The undeniable arousal coursing through him served as tangible evidence of the power his mate held over him. Remembering how Islinda had unraveled in her dreams, how pleasure had washed over her, Aldric couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret for his confinement. It was agonizing to know that he couldn’t act on his desires, especially when presented with such a beautiful sight. If it hadn’t been just a dream, he would have taken her in that moment, consequences be damned.

He would have rewarded her real good, shown her the sweet benefits of being his mate. Shown her that she could never run from him. Shown her that she need not fear him. Atleast not anymore. He would have eased her fear and replaced it with pleasure. Enough she would never walk nor step out of his bedroom for a week. And then when he would put his mark on her....

Fuck.

He was getting ahead of himself.

For now, marking Islinda was out of the question. Islinda could never know that she’s his mate. It was a secret he couldn’t afford to let slip, not with the countless enemies that lurked in the shadows, waiting to exploit any weakness. He trusted Maxi and Issac to keep their mouths shut, knowing that if they didn’t, he would handle the situation himself.

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