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.

in his hands, and he manipulated every

…

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 his temperature rise consumed much

in a daze, but still held tightly to

than three years, was drained by

breath on her head felt scorching. She lay quietly for a while, then

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

a long moment. Soon, his breathing by her ear became more even, heavier than

found a nightgown to

watching Seth

weren’t such a hassle to change the sheets in the middle

and began to wipe Seth down, her

checking on his fever, she managed to take a shower during a brief break. Seeing his furrowed

longer, she slipped under

*

one outside. She was surprised; she had thought he would stay out

What a pity.

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

hand, which had just picked up the fork, paused abruptly.

she came down last

night, Mr.

chewed 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 to

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

redder. “I… Mr. Diaz was kissing Miss Cicely

“Cough cough.”

had imagined a steamy romance

But this…

that he started right in the

night, when the servant heard noise and came out, to her shock, she witnessed that intimate scene. Mr. Diaz was holding Miss Cicely, whispering

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

…

his eyes slowly adjusting to the 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

and beautiful face lay against the crook of his arm, her eyebrows soft

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

beauty stirred, nuzzling closer into

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

furrow her brow, her consciousness slowly stirring before

down at her, his voice low and

and he responded with another kiss, this time on the tip of

her voice still groggy from sleep and tinged with a coolness

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

hadn’t

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