Mated To The Cruel Prince-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.

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.

When she opened her eyes again, they were dark with desire, locking onto Aldric’s with a fierce intensity. She wasn’t just going to ride him; she was going to make sure he felt every moment of her power, every ounce of control she held over him. And judging by the way his hands gripped her hips, she knew he welcomed it.

With slow, measured movements, Islinda began her ride, leaning forward just enough to whisper against his lips, "Now let me show you who’s really in charge, my King."

And with that, Islinda set the pace, determined to enjoy every bit of her power over him.

After their intense lovemaking, Islinda felt her body grow heavy with exhaustion. She barely remembered drifting off to sleep, the warmth of Aldric’s body pressed against hers, his presence comforting.

But now, Islinda stirred slowly, the sheets still tangled around her, their mingled scents filling the air, but something felt off. As she blinked against the dim light filtering through the curtains, the emptiness beside her struck her hard.

Aldric was gone.

Oh God. No.

Panic set in as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, her heart racing.

"Aldric?" she called softly, but only silence greeted her. She searched the chambers frantically, the soft thud of her footsteps echoing. Each room she checked offered no sign of him at all.

A deep ache settled in her chest. She knew where he must be, what he must be planning.

His secret lab.

The place where he planned all his strategies.

Aldric was relentless, consumed by the need for revenge. It was a fire that burned deep within him, one she had seen before, and it terrified her.

Islinda sank to her knees, tears slipping down her cheeks, the weight of despair crashing over her like a wave.

"No, please..." she whispered to the empty room, knowing her words would never reach him. Aldric’s obsession would drive him, and no amount of love would deter him from his path.

All she could do now was pray—pray that the gods would intervene this time, pray that the darkness Aldric sought wouldn’t consume him entirely.

She knew Aldric and once he set his mind on something, no one could stop him. Not even her. The bastard was a stubborn prick and not even her laughable idea of a punishment could stop him. freewebnσvel.cøm

Not even the thought of their baby.

He claimed he was creating a kingdom they could live in. But Aldric forgot it took sacrifice. And sometimes that sacrifice might cost those close to him.

Just like it did, his father.