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.

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

“Boyd!”

the corner of her lips, trailing down her collarbone, burying his head

book, nibbling and teasing, and then during her brief moment

haunted her, making her resist and unable to relax. She wasn’t prepared, but it was just a bit uncomfortable compared to the initial shock

tried to back away, but he, ever so considerate, followed

relaxed, and her sensations were slowly invaded by waves of pleasure. She bit down on her thin lips,

body’s reactions were enough to please Boyd. His advances grew more fervent, and amidst the everything, she desperately sought a point of stability. Her fingers left clear

was clear and undeniable. There was no reason for anyone

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

for the first time, thoroughly ravaged, brought Boyd immense satisfaction. He adored

the stray hairs from her face, her cheeks still flushed from the afterglow, adding a different charm. He couldn’t help but kiss her forehead and

“Are you okay?”

tucked her chin in slightly, avoiding the

his embrace, mainly because she was too lazy to respond with her

pleased Boyd. He remained

was already like this. If he wanted to do something else, that would

a kiss here and there was

half-asleep, it must have been about thirty minutes before Yasmine began to regain some of her strength. Her voice was muffled and weak,

“Sure thing.”

nightstand and quickly arranged everything with

he set down the phone, Yasmine turned over in his arms. Boyd

just flopped back down, her face

feel guilty for seeing her so depleted, her limpness was just too much for him

voice came out muffled by the pillow, devoid of energy, “I am so tired and I need a shower. If you touch me

apartment this was. She might

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

Boyd lifted Yasmine from beneath the covers, her eyes finally fluttered

said you wanted

undress, but it quickly passed. After all the shameless things

and if someone was offering to dote

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

him. He washed her hair and

neck, Boyd watched as she kept her eyes shut and couldn’t resist teasing,

finally lifted her eyelids, giving him a look

at the nape of her neck, “Sit

flickered, and then she reached out to grip the

tousled lock of hair on her head and cracked a small smile. “Are you sure you won’t drown in there by

him a warning

his head and kissed her on the nose. “I’ll be right

He dried her off, blow-dried her

pulling the covers over herself and turning

back asleep immediately, so was she

bit of moodiness was

Boyd tucked her in

still sleeping soundly, he didn’t wake her. He grabbed a

“Home.”

Serana paused, “Sobered up?”

remained silent. It wasn’t a

some ways, he and Yasmine

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

me, no need to

the other end, “Good. Are

“Not today.”