Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 870

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Chapter 870: Punish Your King

Before Islinda could react, Aldric reversed their positions, slamming her back against the wall with a force that made her gasp. His thigh wedged between hers, pressing against her with just enough pressure that made heat rushed to her core.

Islinda let out an annoyed groan, hating herself for the way her body betrayed her.

She hated Aldric in that moment — hated the way he always turned everything into a game of dominance and power. But despite the fury, there was something deeper, something thrilling that she couldn’t deny.

Everything happened in a blur. One moment, they were glaring at each other, furious and ready to tear each other apart. The next, their mouths crashed together in a fiery kiss, their hands desperately clawing at each other’s clothes.

Within seconds, their anger had morphed into something primal and uncontrollable. Islinda’s breath came in sharp gasps as Aldric thrust into her with brutal force, his movements fueled by both rage and desire.

Islinda’s moans filled the room, a perfect mix of pain and pleasure that blurred the line between love and hate. Her nails raked across his back, leaving red marks in their wake as she clung to him like her life depended on it.

"Fuck, I hate you," Islinda moaned, her words a breathless contradiction to the pleasure that coursed through her body. "Yes... yes, I hate you."

"I know," Aldric growled in response, his pace quickening, as he lost himself in the moment. His lips twisted into a feral smile as he thrust into her, harder, deeper, like a beast unleashed. It made her arch into him, the pleasure leaving her breathless.

And when the release finally came, Islinda couldn’t hold back anymore. She came with a loud cry, her body shaking as she tumbled headfirst into a sea of sensation. freёweɓnovel_com

For that brief moment, all the anger, all the tension, disappeared—replaced by a need so consuming that nothing else mattered.

But as the waves of their passion subsided, reality began to creep back in, and Islinda knew the battle between them was far from over.

Aldric and Islinda collapsed onto the bare floor, their chests rising and falling with ragged breaths. The room was quiet after the storm of their passion, the only sound being their heavy breathing echoing off the walls. Both stared at the ceiling, as if trying to make sense of the whirlwind that had just torn through them.

Aldric’s lips curled into a wide, shit-eating grin. He glanced at Islinda from the corner of his eye, thoroughly satisfied. The sex had been explosive, raw, and cathartic in a way that made him think perhaps fighting with her every day wasn’t such a bad idea. If every argument ended like this, he could deal with the chaos.

Islinda caught sight of his grin and rolled her eyes, though the corner of her own lips twitched upward in response.

"Don’t think for a second this conversation is over," she said, her voice still laced with the remnants of her earlier anger.

Aldric let out a low chuckle, turning his head fully to face her. "Absolutely sure, my commanding mate," he teased, his voice deep and mocking, though his eyes gleamed with mischief.

Without hesitation, he reached out and took her hand, tugging her closer. "Come ride me then, my Queen. Exert your power and punish your king for his misbehavior." His grin widened as he issued the challenge, his words thick with a daring edge.

For a brief moment, Islinda’s expression wavered between amusement and consideration. Then, her lips curled into a pleased grin, her eyes darkening with intent. It was an offer she couldn’t refuse.

Slowly, with deliberate grace, she straddled him, her knees pressing into the hard floor on either side of his hips. She pushed back, her hips aligning with his before sinking down onto him, impaling herself fully with a satisfied groan. The sensation sent a shudder of pleasure rippling through her, and she closed her eyes briefly, savoring it.