Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 634

Chapter 634: Keep You

Having given up, Islinda was about to get off Aldric’s lap only for him to wrap his hand around her, holding her in place.

Her heart skipped a beat, a flicker of hope igniting within her.

Islinda recalled that moment when Aldric had initially ignored her, only to later embrace her from behind because he couldn’t resist being close to her. It gave her a glimmer of false hope, a fleeting thought that perhaps things weren’t as bad as they seemed. Islinda dared to believe this might be a repetition of that tender gesture.

But as she met Aldric’s gaze, all she saw was a condescending glare. Her hope crumbled instantly, replaced by a hollow feeling of despair.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

"What?" Islinda was no longer feeling comfortable with his hands on her.

"You came here to seduce me, human, aren’t you going to finish your work? While you’re a liar, atleast, you are not so bad in the art of seduction and I could have a good use for a betrayer like you." Aldric said, hooking his finger under her chin and lifted her face.

Islinda slapped his hand away, glaring at him defiantly.

She spat. "Go Fuck yourself. "

Aldric burst into a villainous cackle that made the hairs on her body stand on edge. A new wave of fear washed over Islinda and she sat down there paralyzed.

Islinda was reminded of that night where Valerie attempted to force himself on her. Unlike Valerie who failed, Aldric would undoubtedly succeed.

She knew how powerful Aldric was and in this state where he held no more affection towards her, he could do anything to her and no one would come to her rescue. As much as Islinda liked Aldric, she didn’t fancy the thought of him forcing intimacy on him.

Locked in fear, Islinda braced herself for the worst, expecting Aldric to force her to pleasure him. Suddenly, she felt a jolt of movement, and the next thing Islinda knew, a yelp escaped her lips as she landed on the ground.

It wasn’t until the sharp pain flared in her bottom that Islinda realized Aldric had dropped her. And to her dismay, he showed no sign of pity as he hovered over her.

"I..." Aldric began, leaning closer to Islinda, who instinctively shifted back, trying to create distance between them. "...can only..." He continued, his voice low and predatory as he followed her movements. "...fuck myself..." With each push Islinda took back, Aldric pursued her, closing the gap between them. "...if I have a sweet tasting pussy like yours." His words were laced with a sinister undertone as he hovered over her, a victorious grin spreading across his face. Islinda found herself trapped beneath his body, unable to escape his exciting yet menacing presence.

Islinda’s eyes widened in shock at Aldric’s shamelessly crude words, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as if they were on fire. But the effect of his words didn’t stop there. Heat surged through her core, and Islinda could feel herself growing inexplicably aroused by his brazen remarks. It was as if his words had ignited a fire within her, one she struggled to control.

The conflicting emotions of embarrassment and arousal left Islinda feeling utterly overwhelmed. The gods help her, Aldric was going to be the death of her.

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