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.

with his full weight, shamelessly using his strength to

“Boyd!”

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

in the book, nibbling and teasing, and then

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

back away, but he, ever so considerate,

invaded by waves of pleasure. She bit down on her thin lips, not about to let Boyd feel even more

sought a point of stability. Her fingers left clear traces

was clear and undeniable. There was no reason for anyone to play dumb

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

this, for the first time, thoroughly ravaged, brought Boyd immense satisfaction. He adored this look on her, something no one else should

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

“Are you okay?”

her chin in slightly, avoiding the breath on her

in his embrace, mainly because she was too

movement unwittingly pleased Boyd. He remained still

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

a kiss here and

Her voice was muffled

“Sure thing.”

and quickly arranged everything with a couple

in his

back down,

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

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

this was. She might even

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

the covers, her eyes finally fluttered open to meet his gently

with her in his arms, “You said you wanted a shower,

her current state of undress, but it quickly passed. After all

and if someone was offering to dote

while the bath was filling, he

washed her hair and clumsily gathered

as she kept her eyes shut and couldn’t resist teasing, “Do you want me to join you

finally lifted her eyelids, giving him a look that screamed, “Don’t you

at the nape of her neck, “Sit up

she reached out to grip the edge of the

head and cracked a small smile. “Are you sure

him

smiled, knowing she couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to him. He lowered his head and kissed her on the nose. “I’ll be right here, and I

third time, Boyd lifted her out of the tub. He dried her off, blow-dried her hair, and by the time Yasmine was back in bed, she had regained half her

sooner had Boyd settled her down than she was pulling the covers over herself and turning her back to

couldn’t fall back asleep immediately, so was she

smile never faded. A bit of

her

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

“Home.”

Serana paused, “Sobered up?”

a

in some ways, he and Yasmine were

pick you up last night, right? Did she find

here with me, no

end, “Good. Are you guys

“Not today.”