The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

“It’s all because you stirred something in me. You wanted to be with me, and you demanded my love. So you can’t just toss me aside after I’ve fallen for you. You just can’t.”

He seemed to finally shatter the thick, solid walls that had confined and repressed him for the past three years, kissing her without reservation.

His long fingers threaded through her delicate ones, pressing them against the crown of her head, his heavy frame radiating a scorching heat through his shirt, searing her skin.

Her mind was a foggy mess, initially replaying his words clearly, but eventually they blurred into fragmented whispers—

“You can’t toss me aside after I’ve fallen for you.”

“No one loves you more than I do.”d2

No one loves you more than I do…

That phrase was like a curse, a stuck record in her mind, endlessly repeating.

No one loves you more than I do…

She didn’t understand; she already knew the facts.

Seth had a knack for touching her sensitive spots out of the blue, when she least expected it. Even though she was in a low mood, she would give him a great response because of her body’s instincts.

A gentle nibble on her earlobe made Cicely shudder abruptly, her strength draining away as if pulled by a magnet, leaving her limp and powerless.

She bit down on her lip, her breaths shallow and warm. She wanted to resist, but the man only held her tighter.

“Stop moving, honey. Can you be good for me… Please be good. Cicely, I want you.”

Her natural scent, as if seeping out from her smooth, pale skin, carried an innate, fatal allure.

“Are you out of your mind?” Cicely managed to speak, her voice raspy and seductively soft to her own annoyance.

“Mhm,” Seth murmured back, his voice muffled, “I want you.”

The doe was finally soothed, and the cheetah began to feast, dominating his prey.

At the moment of total possession, Cicely arched in pain. She couldn’t hold back her cry, “It hurts.”

“It’ll stop hurting soon, just a moment more.”

Seth’s voice was low, chaotic, filled with coaxing, luring her into submission, coaxing her to open herself for his convenience.

Especially when his voice grazed her ear, bewitching her, she was forever powerless against his tactics.

Cicely clenched her fists, Seth’s interlocking fingers pressing them beside her ear, his coaxing voice never ceasing. “No, let me go.”

Seth did not appreciate her refusal and turned to silence her with a kiss. What followed was his relentless claim and pursuit.

his hands, and he manipulated every sense, satisfying his desires

…

he had once before, but in

of the morning, he was already in a daze,

three years, was drained by

unsettlingly high. Even his breath on her head felt scorching. She lay quietly for a while, then finally reached out and grasped his arm

to sense her intent to push him away and pulled her closer into his embrace, burying his face in the crook of

moment. Soon, his breathing by

not react this time. She got up from the bed, found a nightgown to slip on, glanced at the unresponsive man on the bed, pursed her lips,

watching Seth for a moment, and then took a long time before

such a hassle to change the sheets in the middle of the night, she wouldn’t mind dousing him with the entire

wrung it out, and began to wipe Seth down, her face taut

changes of water and checking on his fever, she managed to take a shower during a brief break. Seeing his furrowed brow

to stay awake any longer, she slipped under

*

was no one outside. She was surprised; she had thought he would stay

What a pity.

door and went to have breakfast. The servant, likely noticing her earlier action, added a comment as breakfast was served.

hand, which had just picked up the fork, paused abruptly. She looked up, “Who let

she came down

blushed, “Last night, Mr. Diaz carried Miss

fever, and he could

servant, Lana raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on her lips. “Why’s your face so

off guard by the question, the servant’s face turned even redder. “I… Mr. Diaz

“Cough cough.”

had thought that at most the young girl had imagined

But this…

he

servant heard noise and came out, to her shock, she witnessed that intimate scene. Mr. Diaz

image of him, was noble and aloof, seemingly unsuited for such intimate affairs between men and women. But paradoxically, when such a cool and elegant man became involved in those matters, the pheromones he exuded

…

events of the previous night creeping back into his recollection. His heart skipped a beat when he

against the crook of his arm, her eyebrows soft and feathery,

fine baby hairs

sleeping beauty stirred, nuzzling closer into his chest in

feeling the familiar warmth and scent of her body pressing against his own, a sense of belonging that had been absent for far too long. He tightened his hold around her waist, his broad,

consciousness slowly stirring before her eyes fluttered open. She moved slightly, trying to push

stir, Seth slightly relaxed his grip and looked down at her, his voice low and husky. “You are

and he responded with another

still groggy from sleep and tinged with a

in a feverish state, he remembered his words. He’d be damned if

hadn’t

never wanting to see him again, possibly even destroying the fragile truce they had managed to forge in