The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Perhaps it was the rom-com series that set the spark, or perhaps it was just Boyd, leading her by the nose.

She could only explore sex through theoretical discussions, her understanding based solely on distant observations driven by curiosity. Instead of mingling with other men as suggested by Boyd, she thought it might be more appropriate if it were Boyd she explored this with. If she could have pushed aside a sliver of that reason to think of something else, maybe the outcome would have been entirely different.

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In that moment, she thought the pain would kill her. The pain made her spew all the swear words she had bottled up for years.

Those damn movies were full of lies. What the hell was there to enjoy?!

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Yasmine’s forehead in an instant. She pushed Boyd away, kicked at him, and vented her anger however she could.d2

Boyd was taken aback by her reaction, his handsome face a mix of restraint and panic as he kept kissing her. “Sorry, Yasmine. Hold on a bit.”

“Get lost!”

“Yasmine, don’t move around. Be good.”

Yasmine gasped in pain, and Boyd was determined not to stop.

If Yasmine often said anything, it was that there wasn’t much difference between men and women, except maybe men’s bones were a bit harder, and there was quite a gap in strength. She knew this, and still, she was utterly dominated by him in this aspect.

In the end, she was completely led along.

The pain was still there, but after the initial cut, it wasn’t worth mentioning anymore.

She had no idea how long it lasted.

The next morning, the alarm on her phone, which she had set the night before, went off. Yasmine furrowed her brow, tried to roll over to find her phone, but a sudden move made her freeze.

The pain in her body, as if she had been run over by a semi-truck, and the persistent sensation in certain area made her eyes snap open seconds later.

Warm breath whispered at her ear. She turned her head to see Boyd’s face resting on her shoulder, his long eyebrows knitting together at the interruption before he slowly opened his eyes.

The sight that met him was Yasmine’s beautiful, radiant face, her hair spread loosely around her, a few strands sticking to her cheek in a natural, casual way.

He smiled a little, and the hand resting on her waist exerted a slight force, pulling her closer to him. He nestled his entire body into the nape of her neck, rubbing against it gently. “Am I dreaming?”

Yasmine’s brows knitted together as she silently processed the current reality. Everything from last night came back to her bit by bit.

Upon realizing that it was all irrevocable, she closed her eyes, placing a hand on her forehead.

And Boyd, now with his wits about him, tightened his grip on her waist before lifting his head. “Yasmine…” His tone was decidedly sober.

Yasmine took a deep breath, “Let’s get up.”

But Boyd didn’t let her go, “I wasn’t drunk last night.”

Yasmine’s expression darkened, “So you did it on purpose last night?”

“Yes.”

Anger simmered in Yasmine’s chest, “You’ve got some nerve, relying on alcohol to embolden your harassment.”

Boyd slightly raised himself, pressing down on half of Yasmine’s body, “Alcohol is a good thing.”

He took the rare opportunity to look at her up close, his gaze drifting from her face to the bare skin not covered by the thin blanket. Below the delicate collarbone, the faint outline of two hidden mounds could be seen, marked with a few eye-catching reds.

Boyd’s eyes darkened, and he looked back at Yasmine’s face. His familiar gaze made Yasmine’s eyes narrow with warning, but before she could speak, Boyd pressed down once more.

continued to press down with his full weight, shamelessly using his strength

“Boyd!”

responded to her, still patiently kissing the corner of her lips, trailing down her collarbone, burying

teasing, and then during her brief moment of distraction, he

and unable to relax. She wasn’t prepared, but it was just a bit uncomfortable compared to the initial shock of last

back away, but he, ever so considerate,

of pleasure. She bit down on her

sought a point of stability. Her fingers left clear traces on Boyd’s back.

undeniable. There was no

amidst the soft bedding, her long hair somewhat disheveled across the pillow, her eyes half-closed in a languid manner. Wishing to hear her speak was like

thoroughly ravaged, brought Boyd immense satisfaction. He adored this look on

still flushed from the afterglow, adding a different charm. He couldn’t help but

“Are you okay?”

chin in slightly, avoiding the

buried herself in his embrace, mainly because she was too

He remained still in that

After all, she was already like this. If he wanted to do something else, that would truly make him no different from a sex

so a kiss here and there was

minutes before Yasmine began to regain some of her strength. Her voice was muffled and weak, “I don’t wanna go to class. Get

“Sure thing.”

on the nightstand and quickly arranged everything with

in his arms.

back down,

should probably feel guilty for seeing her so depleted, her limpness was just too much for him to handle. “Feeling any better? Need

tired and I need

was. She might even consider torching the

into a half-smile. He found a robe and slipped it on, then lifted the covers and got out

Yasmine from beneath the covers, her eyes finally fluttered

you wanted a shower, right? Can you manage on your

embarrassment at her current state of undress, but it quickly

body felt lazy, and if someone was offering to dote on

while the bath was filling, he turned on the shower and quickly rinsed

it might cause him. He washed her hair and clumsily gathered it into

watched as she kept her eyes shut and couldn’t resist teasing, “Do

giving him a look that screamed,

pursed his lips, then gently pressed at the nape of her neck, “Sit

and then she reached out to grip the edge

tousled lock of hair on her head and cracked a

shot him

He lowered his head and kissed her on the nose. “I’ll be right here,

her out of the tub. He dried her off,

than she was pulling the

fall back asleep immediately, so

A bit of

her in

soundly, he didn’t wake her. He grabbed a quick bite, and

“Home.”

Serana paused, “Sobered up?”

a question that needed answering

some ways, he

went to the bar to pick you up last night, right? Did she find you? I hope

me, no need to

a long silence on the other end, “Good. Are you guys coming to school

“Not today.”