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.

to press down with his full

“Boyd!”

of her lips, trailing down her collarbone, burying his head in the crook of her

and teasing, and then during her brief moment of

instant pain from last night still haunted her, making her resist and unable to relax. She wasn’t prepared, but it was just

to back away, but he, ever

tightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed, and her sensations were slowly invaded by waves of pleasure. She bit down on her thin lips, not about to

of stability. Her fingers left clear traces on Boyd’s back. She was unaware of the evidence she was leaving, but Boyd felt it

sexual tension was clear and undeniable. There was no reason

bedding, her long hair somewhat disheveled across the pillow, her eyes half-closed in a languid manner.

first time, thoroughly ravaged, brought Boyd immense satisfaction.

stray hairs from her face, her cheeks still flushed from the afterglow, adding a

“Are you okay?”

in slightly, avoiding the breath on her

his embrace, mainly because she was too

He remained still in that

soon stopped paying it any mind. After all, she was already like this. If he wanted to do something else, that

here and there was hardly

it must have been about thirty minutes before Yasmine began to regain some of her strength. Her voice was muffled and weak, “I don’t wanna go to class.

“Sure thing.”

phone on the nightstand and quickly arranged everything with a couple

phone, Yasmine turned over in his arms. Boyd pressed gently on her

his light touch, Yasmine just flopped back down, her face buried in the

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

energy, “I am so tired and I need a

care whose bed or apartment this was.

pouted silently, Boyd’s lips curled into a half-smile. He found a robe and slipped it on, then lifted the covers and

covers, her eyes finally fluttered open to meet his gently amused gaze.

said you wanted a shower, right? Can you manage

current state of undress, but it quickly passed. After all the shameless things she had

didn’t reply, her whole body felt lazy, and if someone was offering

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

on his shoulder, disregarding any inconvenience it might cause him. He washed her hair and clumsily gathered it into a

her eyes shut and couldn’t resist teasing, “Do you want me

eyelids, giving him a look that screamed,

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

out to grip the edge of the

a small smile. “Are you sure you won’t drown in there by

him a warning

to pay attention to him. He lowered his head and

she nearly slid under for the third time, Boyd lifted her out of the tub. He dried her off, blow-dried

her down than she was pulling the covers over herself and turning her back to

asleep immediately, so was she giving him

faded. A bit of

time, Boyd tucked her in and

prepared breakfast, but with Yasmine still sleeping soundly, he didn’t wake her. He grabbed a quick bite, and then

“Home.”

Serana paused, “Sobered up?”

silent. It wasn’t a

knew him well enough, and in some ways,

pick you up last night, right? Did she find you? I hope nothing happened on the way, Derek’s been looking for her since early this

here with me, no

a long silence on the other end, “Good. Are you

“Not today.”