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.

control was in his hands, and he manipulated every sense, satisfying his desires and contentment

…

night long as he had once before, but in the end, his head injury and the fever that made his temperature rise consumed much

the early hours of the morning, he was already in a daze,

for more than three years, was drained

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

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

eyes, remaining still for a long moment. Soon, his

a nightgown to slip on, glanced at the unresponsive man on the bed, pursed

later, she emerged with a basin of water, placed it on the bedside table after watching Seth for a moment, and then took a long

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

began to wipe Seth down,

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

she slipped

*

the door, there was no one outside. She was surprised; she had thought he would stay out there, even though it was probably pointless, but waiting was always better

What a pity.

her earlier action, added a comment as breakfast was

the fork, paused

came down last

night,

silent. Taking a bite of her croissant, she chewed thoughtfully. It shouldn’t have happened; the man had a high fever, and he could

at the blushing servant, Lana raised an eyebrow, a teasing

servant’s face turned even redder. “I… Mr. Diaz was kissing Miss Cicely

“Cough cough.”

had thought that at most the young girl had imagined

But this…

that he started right in

witnessed that intimate scene. Mr.

aloof, seemingly unsuited for such intimate affairs between men and women. But paradoxically, when such a cool and elegant man became involved

…

semi-familiar room that greeted him. 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 the woman

face lay against the crook of his arm, her eyebrows soft and feathery, slightly furrowed in

holding his breath, watching her, scrutinizing her features with unapologetic intensity, down to the fine baby hairs at her hairline.

sleeping beauty stirred, nuzzling closer into his chest in

own, a sense of belonging that had been absent for far too long. He tightened his hold around her waist, his broad, warm chest

tight embrace made Cicely furrow her brow, her consciousness slowly stirring before her eyes fluttered open. She moved slightly,

down at her, his

responded with another

sleep and tinged with a coolness that

Even in a feverish state, he remembered his words. He’d be damned if he didn’t keep her right where she was

night hadn’t been her

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