Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 568

Chapter 568: Back To Square One

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Islinda sensed Aldric’s disappointment without needing to look at his face. She felt the subtle change in his demeanor, the way he tensed, his hand stiffening on her waist. She recalled that the dark Fae prince was used to getting his way with almost everything.

Well, he better start getting used to disappointment because that was what he would get from now on. Islinda was still hurt over the fact that he had agreed to the death duel despite her pleading. Everything he did was not for her, but for the throne. Her own survival was also tied to him gaining the throne of Astaria — she hadn’t forgotten.

Islinda attempted to pull out of his grasp, but his hand felt like an impregnable wall, and she couldn’t free herself.

"Let go," she warned him through gritted teeth.

But Aldric remained unmoved. If anything, his annoyance was palpable, evident in the flare of his nose. "Tell me the truth," he demanded, "do you still have feelings for Valerie?"

"What?" Islinda blinked up at him, her mouth slightly agape, stunned. However, astonishment soon turned to pure annoyance.

"You’re such a fool," Islinda shook her head in disappointment, anger blazing in her eyes. No, she was the fool for having any expectations of him.

Irritated, she spat out, "Let me go, now!"

Aldric shoved her against the nearest wall, forcing the air from her lungs. "No. You will answer my question," he declared defiantly.

Islinda’s anger flared. How could she have ever missed this bastard during her time away? She was truly foolish for falling for him.

"Get. Off. Me," Islinda hissed, seething. She had already resolved to kick him in the place where the sun never shines if he made any funny move.

"I don’t understand..." Aldric muttered, his expression unreadable as he searched her eyes. "You’re confusing."

Islinda had already lost her patience, but as soon as she lifted her knee to carry out her threat, Aldric deflected the move with lightning speed. Before she could comprehend what had happened, he had spread her thighs apart and positioned his own knee tantalizingly close to her aching core. Islinda forgot how to breathe.

"Aldric..." Her voice wavered now, the earlier confidence vanishing as she realized her vulnerable position. Fuck. What has she done?

She swallowed hard as Aldric drew closer, his presence overwhelming. He looked crushingly, heart-stoppingly, and terrifyingly handsome, like a figure straight out of a fairy-tale painting. Even without his pointed ears, there was no mistaking his otherworldly aura. The dark Fae prince was beautiful and terrifying all at once.

Aldric’s hand cupped her cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spine and making her pulse race. "I know..." he trailed off, his fingers trailing down her jaw and then lower to her throat, intentionally brushing lightly across her chest, causing her breath to hitch. "that your body instinctively reacts to me."

His touch lingered, brushing the underside of her breast, and Islinda couldn’t stifle a gasp. Their eyes locked, and she realized he knew exactly what he was doing to her, his intention clear as he sought to prove his point.

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