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

…

long as he had once before, but in the end,

of the morning, he was already in a daze, but still held tightly to Cicely, unwilling

three years, was drained by

heat of his embrace was unsettlingly high. Even his breath on her head felt scorching. She lay quietly

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

a long moment. Soon, his breathing by

nightgown to slip on, glanced at the unresponsive man on the bed, pursed her lips, and

table after watching Seth for a moment,

the middle of the night, she wouldn’t mind dousing him with the

wet the towel, wrung it out, and began to wipe Seth down, her face taut with effort as she

several changes of water and checking on his fever, she managed to take a shower during a brief break. Seeing his furrowed brow slowly relax, she tossed the towel into

slipped under the

*

thought he would stay out there, even though it was probably

What a pity.

earlier action, added a comment as breakfast was served. “Last

fork,

came down

servant blushed, “Last night, Mr. Diaz carried Miss

thoughtfully. It shouldn’t have happened; the man had a high fever,

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

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

“Cough cough.”

young girl had imagined a steamy romance

But this…

that he started right in

witnessed that intimate scene. Mr. Diaz was holding Miss Cicely, whispering affectionately,

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

…

the previous night creeping

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

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

stirred, nuzzling closer into his chest

body pressing against his own, a sense of belonging that had been absent for far too long. He tightened his hold around her

Cicely furrow her brow, her consciousness slowly stirring before her

grip and looked down at her,

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

head, her voice still groggy from sleep and tinged

before. Even in a feverish state, he remembered his words. He’d be damned if he didn’t

hadn’t

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