章 112: Die In Aldric's Hands

Aldric's wicked smile turned her blood to ice. She always knew the dark prince had unusual tastes, but doing it in front of everyone, he must have lost his mind. 

She lifted her hand to push him away, he caught her wrist and slowly pinned them above her head, arrogantly showing off his superior strength. 

"Let me go!" Islinda hissed, struggling fiercely with him. 

Unfortunately, Aldric seems to enjoy her struggles, his lips curling fiendishly. 

"Why? Didn't you want us to have fun?" He asked, arrogant amusement in his eyes. 

Instead of boring him to death, she had excited him indeed. Islinda realized his action was deliberate. She challenged him and he rose to it. Aldric loved drama and she provided one for him.