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 his

…

he had once before, but

already in a daze, but still

for more than three years,

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

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

for a long moment. Soon, his breathing by her ear

nightgown to slip on, glanced at the unresponsive man on

emerged with a basin of water, placed it on the bedside table after watching Seth for

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

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

fever, she managed to take a shower during a brief break. Seeing his furrowed brow slowly relax, she tossed the towel into the

to stay awake any longer, she slipped under the covers and drifted

*

Lana opened 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

What a pity.

earlier action, added a comment as

just picked up the fork, paused abruptly. She

came

“Last night, Mr. Diaz carried Miss

fever, and he could barely stand. Even if he could carry Cicely upstairs, he wouldn’t have the strength

the blushing servant, Lana raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on her lips.

“I… Mr. Diaz was kissing Miss Cicely in the living room last

“Cough cough.”

had thought that at most the young girl had imagined a steamy romance after seeing

But this…

so impatient that he started right in the

that intimate scene. Mr. Diaz was

for such intimate affairs between men and women. But paradoxically, when such a

…

greeted him. He paused for a few seconds, the events of the previous night creeping back into his recollection. His heart

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

the fine baby hairs at

beauty stirred, nuzzling closer into his chest

that had been absent for far

slowly stirring before

his grip and looked down at her, his

gaze, and he responded with

voice still groggy from sleep and tinged with a coolness that seemed to suit her. “Aren’t you

feverish state, he remembered his words. He’d

hadn’t been

decide now, she would surely send him away, probably never wanting to see him again, possibly even destroying the