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.

was in his hands, and he manipulated every sense,

…

wanted to devour her whole, and for a moment, Cicely thought he might cling to her all night long as he had once before, but in the end, his head injury and the fever that made

of the morning, he was already in a daze,

three years, was drained by this

head felt scorching. She lay quietly for a while, then finally reached out

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

remaining still for a long moment. Soon, his breathing by her

up from the bed, found a nightgown to slip on, glanced at the unresponsive man on the

it on the bedside table after watching Seth for a moment, and then took a long time before bending

a hassle to change the sheets in the middle of the night, she wouldn’t mind

began to wipe Seth down, her face taut with effort as she bore her

she managed to take a shower during a brief break. Seeing his furrowed brow slowly relax, she

awake any longer, she slipped under the covers and

*

was no one outside. She was surprised; she had thought he would stay out there, even though it was

What a pity.

The servant, likely noticing her earlier action, added a comment as breakfast was served. “Last night,

up the fork, paused abruptly. She

she came

night, Mr. Diaz

man had a high fever, and he could barely stand. Even if he could carry Cicely upstairs, he wouldn’t have the strength to do much,

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

off guard by the question, the servant’s face turned even redder. “I… Mr. Diaz was kissing Miss Cicely in the living

“Cough cough.”

had imagined a steamy romance after seeing

But this…

he so impatient that he started right in

to her shock, she witnessed that intimate scene. Mr. Diaz was holding Miss Cicely, whispering affectionately, each word

Lana remembered, like everyone else’s 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

…

He paused for a few seconds, the events of the previous night creeping back into his recollection. His heart skipped a beat when he turned and saw

his arm, her eyebrows soft

to the fine baby hairs at her hairline. Unable to

stirred, nuzzling closer

against his own, a sense of belonging that had been absent for far too long. He

furrow her brow, her consciousness slowly stirring before her eyes fluttered

stir, Seth slightly relaxed his grip and looked down at her, his voice

forehead moved under his gaze, and he responded with another kiss, this time

turned her head, her voice still groggy from sleep and tinged

stubbornly replied, recalling the hazy promises of the night before. Even in a feverish state, he remembered his words. He’d be damned if he didn’t keep her right where she was – by his

hadn’t been her

he let her decide now, she would surely send him away, probably never wanting to see him again, possibly even destroying the fragile truce they had managed to forge in