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

…

cling to her all night long as he had once before, but in the end, his head injury

was already in a daze, but still held tightly to Cicely,

than three years, was drained by this tossing and turning as

high. Even his breath on her head felt scorching. She lay quietly for

seemed to sense her intent to push him away and pulled her closer into his

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

this time. She got up from the bed, found a nightgown to slip on, glanced at the unresponsive man on the bed, pursed her lips, and walked into

table after watching

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

the towel, wrung it out, and began to wipe Seth down, her

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

awake any longer, she slipped under the covers and

*

the door, there was no one outside. She was surprised; she had thought he would stay out there, even though it was

What a pity.

servant, likely noticing her earlier action, added a comment as breakfast was served.

which had just picked up the fork, paused abruptly. She looked up, “Who

came down last

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

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

a teasing smile on her lips. “Why’s your face

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

“Cough cough.”

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

But this…

he started right in the living

her shock, she witnessed that intimate scene. Mr. Diaz was holding Miss Cicely, whispering

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 those matters,

…

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 nestled in his

of his

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 and planted a

stirred, nuzzling closer into

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, warm chest enveloping her

her consciousness slowly stirring before her eyes fluttered

looked down at her, his voice low and husky.

with another kiss, this time on

still groggy from sleep and tinged with a coolness that

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

night hadn’t been her

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