Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 610

Chapter 610: Islinda Starved Her

Aldric was too lost in passion to fully grasp the meaning behind Islinda’s words. As she picked up the pace, hopping up and down on his dick with ferocity, her cries of pleasure filled the room. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Yes, take me nicely, Islinda—" Aldric began to say, only to be interrupted by a sudden strike across his face from Islinda.

Wide-eyed and unbelieving, Aldric stared at her. While he enjoyed a bit of pain in his lovemaking, he sensed that Islinda’s intention behind the slap was not to heighten the sensation. No, this was a punishing slap, and Islinda wasn’t known for violent outbursts. Aldric gave her a questioning look, even as he relished her movements against him, feeling a wave of pure pleasure wash over him

Islinda let out a guttural moan. "You will call me your mistress," she commanded, her back arching as lightning crept up her spine.

"What—?"

Before Aldric could finish, another slap crackled through the air, cutting him off. This time, he let out an aggressive growl, warning her off. However, Islinda remained unfazed by the danger flashing in his eyes, surprising Aldric.

While Islinda enjoyed pushing his buttons, she usually knew where to draw the line. However, the version of Islinda riding him now seemed to disregard any caution. Arrogance oozed from her, and she displayed no fear, even though Aldric could easily overpower her with his bare hands. She seemed entirely unafraid of him.

"You will call me mistress, dark Fae scum," she ordered again, her tone firm. "And you will make me come."

Aldric was rendered speechless, but he decided to go along with it. After all, he was enjoying himself immensely. Islinda was proving to be full of surprises tonight.

"Your wish is my command, mistress," Aldric promised with wicked glee in his eyes.

"Yes, please me now," Islinda pleaded, beginning to ride him hard and frantic, eliciting a deep rumble of approval from Aldric’s chest.

Aldric’s thrusts up into her harder from beneath, hitting her sweet spot with every plunge of his hard cock.

As Islinda rode him fast and hard, Aldric matched her intensity, thrusting up into her with increasing force, hitting her sweet spot with every plunge of his hard cock.

"Oh, fuck. Yes, fuck," Islinda cursed, breathless as she continued chanting the word while Aldric aggressively rutted her. This was exactly what she wanted.

"More!" Islinda demanded, her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust.

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