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.

and he manipulated every sense, satisfying his desires and contentment

…

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

in a daze, but still held tightly to Cicely, unwilling to

than three years, was drained by

felt scorching. She lay quietly for a while, then finally reached out and grasped his arm wrapped

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

a long moment. Soon, his breathing

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

on the bedside table after watching Seth for

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

began to wipe Seth down, her face taut with

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

she slipped under

*

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

What a pity.

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

fork, paused abruptly. She looked up, “Who let him

she came down

night, Mr. Diaz carried

thoughtfully. It shouldn’t have happened; the man had a high fever, and he could barely stand. Even if he could carry Cicely upstairs, he wouldn’t have the strength

a

turned even redder. “I… Mr.

“Cough cough.”

at most the young girl had imagined a steamy romance after

But this…

he so impatient that he started right

that intimate scene.

image of him, was noble and aloof, seemingly unsuited for such intimate affairs between men and women. But paradoxically, when such a cool and

…

the previous night creeping back into his recollection. His heart

crook of his arm, her eyebrows soft and feathery, slightly furrowed

intensity, down to the fine baby hairs at her hairline. Unable to resist, he

beauty stirred, nuzzling closer into

momentarily, 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

down at

he responded with another

her head, her voice still groggy from sleep and tinged with a coolness that

remembered his words. He’d

night hadn’t

never wanting to see him again,