All Chapters of A Bride For The CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Zheme stood between the open space which the door had once been, his eyes fixated on his fiancé's erotically naked form.   Even in such a drastic state she still looked like a being that had just stepped out of heaven.   Her stiff breast, her most private possession, her curves, her...her everything, they were all heavenly, carefully and beautifully carved by that man they called god.   But as he came to realize, physically, she was perfect, but mentally she had a problem that needed to be solved. She needed to learn how to submit, concede and obey, she needed to learn how to be his.   His to control, his to use, his to love... She needed to learn and he'd teach her.   Walking further into the room, he closed the door behind him and hasted but cautious steps were what he took to his bride.   He stopped only inches away from her, dark eyes regarding her with m

After eating a bellyful, Lexie sat indignantly in the kitchen, watching almost begrudgingly as her fiancé threw the plates in the sink.   His back was turned to her and though the dark, blue shirt he wore aspired to hide everything of his bodily features beneath it, it couldn't hide the muscles that protruded from his back, the broadness of his shoulders and the thickness of his arms.   Even through it, Lexie could imagine how built he was, how strong, and now, she was feeling lucky that he wasn't the one who had whipped her. If it had been him, she'd probably be dead by now.   He'd show no mercy, not that the old man did, but he was much stronger than that frail midget.   Sighing, she leaned back in her chair, silently watching as he finally turned to her, face as blank as a clean sheet of paper. "Come, the doctor recommended that I rest, it's awfully early, but I think you need rest too." &

★†★   In a deep pit of shame, Lexie closed her still shaking legs. If she hadn't hated this man before, she hated him now. After all, he left her in an insatiable state of hunger, not for food but for his sinful touch.   She wanted to get down on her knees and beg for it, but her pride would never allow her to stoop so low, so instead, she turned away from his blank face and let her eyes wander around the giant room.   A bedside table sat right beside the king sized bed and situated on top of it was a framed photo and a stylish lamp. The other furniture laid out inside such as the closet, the dresser and whatnot were all rustic and dark and the walls were painted in a dull white, empty of decorations.   All in all, the room was void of anything captivating enough to catch the eye, it was as dead as the look on the owner's face, but it was livable.   Sighing out a puff of air, she

★†★   Zheme told her to bathe, without a word she did.   He gave her clothes, without resistance she put them on.   He told her to sit, like an obedient dog she did.   He told her to come, and of course she did.   He didn't know what was happening and at first, he thought it was a miracle sent down to him by god, but now, he missed his daring Lexie.   The one with a big mouth that only sealed close when she was caged in fear, the one who'd glare daggers at him instead of doing what he asked, but as his father said, obedient was how a woman should be.   And Lexie is a woman, isn't she?   Sighing, he took a seat on his bed, he had just rewrapped his wound after taking his evening shower and was now waiting for Lexie to finish hers. As promised, she'd receive her reward, anything she asked for would be hers. &nbs

★†★   His lips attacked her neck, nipping at the succulent skin until he was sure it held a mark. He moved on, lips skimming her chest until they resided over the rigid peak of her breast. He flicked his tongue over it, groaning deeply when Lexie moaned, her legs flexing against the hot, hard flesh that hanged with a curve between his thighs.   His hunger grew then, his cock swelling with the need to fill her up so the fire within him can finally be husked.    But he knew he had to be patient and maybe just this once, be gently. After all, this was a reward and not a punishment.    His tongue circled her nipple as he grabbed his hard-on in his palm, aligning it with Lexie's sleek and wonderfully tight hole.    With one particularly hard thrust, he was sheathed inside, refusing to prolong the torture for her by going in slow.   She cried out, ju