XII

After our wedding reception, we headed straight to the airport for our flight to Hawaii. I couldn't believe Yohan’s earlier statement to Simon was true—we were actually going on a honeymoon. I hadn't even known we had one planned!

Would something happen between us?

I assumed we would be taking a regular commercial flight, but I was caught off guard when an airport staff member approached us. Silently, I followed Yohan. As we exited the terminal, a private jet awaited us. My suspicions were confirmed—we would be flying to Hawaii in this. It wasn’t surprising, considering Yohan’s wealth. He might even own the jet. But I didn’t want to ask, and more than that, I didn’t want to talk to him.

As we stepped inside, I immediately took in the luxurious interior. A long couch stretched along one side, with a gold-accented table in the middle. On it sat a bottle of wine and two glasses. Wow. Everything in here screamed wealth, and I suddenly felt out of place.

Yohan took a seat and arched an eyebrow at me.

"Aren’t you going to sit?" he asked coolly.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I blinked and lowered myself onto the couch across from him. Feeling awkward under his gaze, I poured myself some wine. He was watching me intently, as if reading my thoughts.

"Aren’t you going to speak?"

I paused mid-sip and met his gaze. His expression was unreadable, serious. I raised an eyebrow.

"I can talk. I just don’t want to talk to you," I muttered, my tone grumpy.

He smirked and nodded before gesturing for me to come closer. I refused. There was no way I was following his lead. Instead, I simply raised an eyebrow and glared at him.

His smirk disappeared, and his expression darkened. The shift sent a nervous jolt through me, my heart hammering in my chest.

"Cosette," he said, his voice low and firm. "Come here."

I hesitated, but his tone left no room for argument. Swallowing my pride, I reluctantly approached him. I had barely settled beside him when he suddenly pulled me onto his lap. I gasped, attempting to push away, but his hand slid to the small of my back, caressing me.

My fingers instinctively gripped his shoulders as an unfamiliar sensation coursed through me. My eyes fluttered shut, betraying me.

Yohan leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Do you like it, my little kitten?" he murmured provocatively, his hands continuing their slow, teasing movements.

I bit my lip, struggling to suppress a sound of pleasure. But I couldn’t. Yohan was too skilled at this.

His mouth trailed to my neck, and one of his hands roamed lower, squeezing my chest. “Y-Yohan.”

"That’s it," he whispered. "Say my name, my wife. I like that."

I held onto Yohan’s shoulders tightly and looked up, only to realize that he had already unbuttoned three buttons of my dress, exposing my black bra. My instinct was to cover myself, but he swiftly grabbed my hand, stopping me. My gaze locked onto his.

He tilted my chin up, a menacing grin spreading across his lips.

"We're married now, Cosette. As my wife, it's your duty to satisfy and please your husband. Do you understand me?"

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching in my throat.

He leaned in again, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered,

"Do we understand each other, Cosette?"

I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded repeatedly, unable to form words.

"Good. Now, moan my name."

I gasped as he finally unbuttoned the rest of my dress, then buried his face against my chest. My fingers instinctively tangled in his hair as a moan escaped my lips.

“Yohan…”

F*CK.

Is this real? Have I finally given in to this man?

I could already tell what my life would be like as his wife.

"Ah! Yohan!"

A soft moan left my lips as I felt his finger slip inside me. My pants and underwear were already down, and I lay sprawled on the long couch in our private jet, en route to Hawaii. My nerves were on edge—what if someone suddenly walked in and caught us like this? But Yohan had reassured me multiple times that no one would enter. He had made sure of it. We were completely alone.

"Yohan!" I gasped as his tongue teased me. "Ah, Yohan, please!" I begged, my voice trembling.

He paused, lifting his head to meet my gaze with a wicked grin.

"Please what, my little kitten?" he asked huskily.

I licked my lips, looking into his darkened eyes, desperate and pleading. My fingers found his hair, gently threading through the soft strands.

"Ah, Yohan, eat me now, please!"

F*CK. Is this really me?

Why does Yohan have such an effect on me? It’s like I’ve become a different person. Just moments ago, I wanted nothing to do with him, and now I’m begging for his touch. What the hell, Cosette?!

"As you wish, my little kitten."

Yohan dove back between my thighs, his tongue and fingers working in perfect sync. One hand played with my clit, while the other caressed my mound.

I arched my back, my grip tightening in his hair, pulling him closer. The pleasure was overwhelming, my moans growing louder as he increased his pace. His tongue moved inside me with skill, his fingers matching its rhythm, driving me further into bliss.

"Ah! Oh my God! Yes!" I moaned.

Even my own voice sounded foreign—breathless, desperate, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. My mind was no longer my own; the only thing I could focus on was Yohan and the way he was making me feel.

"Oh, God!"

I slapped a hand over my mouth, muffling the sounds spilling from my lips as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. My body trembled, every nerve igniting as I felt my release hit me hard.

I weakly tilted my head back, my eyes fluttering shut as I struggled to catch my breath. I barely registered Yohan moving away, his hands carefully pulling my panties and pants back into place. I was completely spent, too drained to resist as he adjusted my clothing.

Unknowingly, I had already drifted off to sleep on the couch.

"Cosette, wake up!"

I furrowed my brows, stirring awake as someone gently tapped my cheek. Slowly, I opened my eyes and realized we were still inside the private jet. I was still lying on the couch, so I quickly sat up and adjusted my crumpled clothes. My breath hitched when I noticed Yohan staring at me. A deep blush spread across my cheeks as memories of what had happened earlier on this very couch flooded my mind.

Shit! I completely lost control.

"We're approaching Hawaii. Get ready," he said in a cool, detached tone.

I nodded, composing myself in my seat. A few minutes later, the pilot's voice came over the speaker, announcing our arrival at the private jet hangar. As soon as Yohan and I stepped off the jet, we were immediately surrounded by a team of bodyguards.

It was already night when we arrived, and I noticed that our private jet had landed on what seemed to be private property. Is this place owned by Yohan? I simply followed him, not wanting to ask. Not far from where we stood, a sleek black limousine waited, a man standing beside it, ready to open the door for us.

I wanted to ask Yohan about the property, but embarrassment kept me silent, the fresh memory of what had happened inside the jet still lingering between us. Instead, I busied myself by sipping wine and gazing out the window, though there was nothing to see in the darkness.

After an hour, our limousine finally pulled up to a resort, where a line of staff stood outside as if waiting for our arrival. My eyes widened slightly. Wow. Wait… Does Yohan own this resort? Or does he just know the owner?

I blinked and stole a glance at him. He was completely engrossed in his phone, his expression serious, as if handling something important. Choosing to ignore him, I focused on waiting for the car to come to a full stop.

When the limousine finally stopped, I let out a quiet breath of relief. Yohan slid his phone into his pocket and waited for the door to be opened. Once it did, he stepped out first, and I followed close behind. My lips parted slightly in surprise when I saw the staff bowing toward Yohan in unison.

"Welcome to Hawaii, Mr. Warren," they greeted him simultaneously.

Yohan simply nodded and kept walking, and I hurried to keep up. A man, who seemed to be the head of the staff, approached him and began explaining the details of our accommodations. It wasn’t just any room—it was a luxury villa!

Damn. He’s so insanely rich. No wonder my dad refuses to let go of Yohan. He has properties all over the world and wields incredible power.

"Enjoy your stay and feel at home at our resort, Mr. and Mrs. Warren!"

As soon as we stepped into the villa, my eyes wandered, taking in the elegant design. From the balcony, I could see the ocean, the moonlight reflecting off the waves. What a breathtaking view.

I blinked and turned my attention to Yohan when he suddenly spoke. His expression was serious, but for the first time, I noticed something else—worry? Nervousness?

Is something wrong?

"There’s only one room in this villa. Go to sleep and rest. If you're not sleepy yet, take care of yourself. I have something important to attend to," he said coolly before turning away and leaving the villa without another word.

I stood there, stunned, unable to speak.

Blinking, I shifted my gaze back to the ocean view, my mind swirling with questions. What’s going on? Why did Yohan seem nervous?

I shook my head, pushing the thoughts away. Why do I even care? Whatever his problem is, it’s his problem, not mine. In fact, it’s better that he’s gone—I won’t have to deal with the awkwardness of being around him.

Yes. That’s right.

Deciding not to dwell on Yohan, I figured a swim in the pool outside our villa would help clear my mind. A quick dip before bed might be exactly what I need to shake off everything that happened earlier on the private jet.