"Y-Yohan, please, don't do this," I nervously said while trembling in my seat.
He led me to our bedroom and sat me on our bed. He quickly undressed me, leaving me no choice but to obey his commands. I clung to my naked body, looking at him with pleading eyes. Yes, Yohan is indeed skilled in bed, and he always drives me crazy when he thrusts inside me, but he can also be a beast in bed. I've experienced not being able to walk or move properly because of what Yohan did to me, and I don't want it to happen again. I am willing to give myself to him because he's my husband, but my only wish is for him to be gentle with me.
He stripped in front of me, revealing his intimidating physique. Yohan regularly goes to the gym, so his body is well-built, and his abs are clearly visible.
Yohan approached me and enveloped me with his arms.
"Why do you look so nervous, Cosette? I'll take care of you, and you will like what we will be doing right now."
He kissed my lips after saying that. His kisses were slow, and I found myself carried away by his kisses, responding in kind. I held onto his neck, feeling Yohan move, lifting me slightly and seating me on his lap. Our kissing continued, and we exchanged saliva. I let out a soft moan when he bit my lip and his kisses descended to my neck and then to my chest.
"Ahhh!"
I involuntarily pulled his hair and gasped as he sucked on one of my breasts while massaging the other. Yohan gently bit my nipple and suckled on my breast like a thirsty child. While Yohan did that, he kept his eyes on me, and I did the same to him. I became more aroused by what we were doing, especially with the heat in his gaze, making me feel like I'm burning.
"Ah! Yohan!"
When he released my breast, he kissed my lips again, but this time it wasn't as careful as before. I kissed him back, pressing myself against him. I let out a soft moan when I felt him penetrating my wet core. F*ck. He's so turned on, and he's already hard.
Yohan stopped kissing me and left the bed. I was about to ask why he left, but I was surprised when he removed the remaining clothes on his body, and when he finally took them off, his massive and rock-hard member immediately confronted me. I couldn't help but gulp; he was so f*cking huge and hard as a rock.
I approached him and knelt in front of him. Yohan looked at me, and I saw a grin on his face, as if he enjoyed what I was doing. He grabbed my head and ran his fingers through my hair.
I looked at his member in front of me, grabbed it, and started moving my hands up and down.
"Ahhh! Cosette!" he groaned.
While giving him a handjob, I kissed his head and licked it.
"shit! Cosette! Continue," Yohan moaned while still holding onto my hair.
I stopped what I was doing with my hands and started to suck him slowly so that it could fit in my mouth. Yohan is so fcking huge, so I had a hard time sucking his cock.
"F*ck, Cosette! That's right!"
I started to move my mouth while sucking him. He also moves his hips to help me.
I struggled as I took Yohan into my mouth, but hearing his moans and groans made me even more eager to continue. Yohan hasn't reached his peak yet, but he abruptly stopped me, so I ceased. He grabbed my arm, and to my surprise, he suddenly turned me over, lying on our bed, with half of my body still on the floor. Yohan slapped my buttocks, causing me to close my eyes in pain. Silently, Yohan continued to caress and squeeze my buttocks.
He pressed against my back, kissing the back of my ear.
"Do you like it, Cosette?"
I let out a soft moan as I felt Yohan's hand between my legs, stroking my sensitive area. "Y-Yes! Ahhh... Y-Yohan... Oh my God!"
Yohan inserted his finger inside me, so I slightly lifted my buttocks and spread my legs to give Yohan the freedom to do what he wanted.
"Ahhh!"
I hid my face in the comforter as Yohan hastened his actions on my femininity.
I clung tightly to the bed, especially when I felt Yohan's tongue.
"Y-Yohan! It feels so good!"
He continued to pleasure me until I felt myself explode in his mouth. He tasted my essence and licked me there. After my climax, Yohan stopped and lifted me, placing me back on the bed. I waited for his next move, seeing him stand up and look at my naked body.
"Wait here," he said seriously and started walking towards his walk-in closet. I took a deep breath, calming myself when I felt that Yohan was about to do something different.
After a few minutes, I saw Yohan emerge from his walk-in closet, holding two items that puzzled and made me even more nervous. He had a pair of handcuffs and a black necktie. Yohan climbed onto the bed and slowly approached me. He kissed my lips before gently laying me down.
"Y-Yohan, what are you going to do?" I nervously asked him. He grinned at me and leaned towards my ear.
"Punishing you, baby," he whispered.
I swallowed hard and slightly jumped when Yohan bound my hands and attached them to the headboard of our bed. Next, Yohan covered my eyes with the necktie he had brought earlier. My mouth went dry, and I trembled in anticipation of what he would do next. I couldn't speak and just waited for his next move.
I felt Yohan lick my cheek and move down to my neck, biting me there like a vampire. I couldn't help but moan.
"I'll make you scream my name all over again, Cosette. I will f*ck your wet pussy and claim you until you can't walk. You're only mine. Your body only belongs to me," Yohan whispered, spreading my legs wider.
My mouth fell open as Yohan touched me again, playing with my clit.
"Ahhh!"
"You're mine, Cosette. Welcome to hell."
"Yohan!" I screamed as he entered inside me.
I wanted to hug him, but I couldn't because my hands were bound, and I couldn't see anything now. I couldn't move properly.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" I moaned as he thrust inside me deeper and faster. I could feel his hard cock inside me. I felt so full!
Yohan held onto my hips tightly, and my legs were wrapped around his waist.
"Y-Yohan! shit! S-So good!"
Yohan held my neck and choked me, but his grip wasn't too tight, so I could still breathe. He inserted his finger into my mouth, and I willingly sucked on it while he continued his thrusting.
"Uhmmm.. Ahhhh! Y-Yohan! F*ck me hard! Ohhh!" I begged. God! I'm going crazy! Is this really Yohan's punishment for me? Why am I not in pain? I'm actually enjoying what he's doing to me.
"shit! You're so hot, Cosette! Your body belongs to me!"
Yohan sped up his thrusting inside me, and I was close to climaxing.
"Y-Yohan, I'm cumming!" I screamed.
He bit my ear and licked it.
"Don't cum, Cosette... not yet."
Yohan stopped moving on top of me and left my side. I could feel his annoyance at the restraint of my hands on the bed's headboard, but I was surprised when he combined my hands and bound them behind me. Yohan turned me around and made me kneel. My mouth fell open as he slapped my buttocks again and kissed both cheeks. After a few seconds, I felt him gradually enter me from behind.
He held onto my hips tightly, and he f*cked me hard and fast. I felt dizzy with the speed of Yohan's thrusts, and I could clearly hear the sound of my buttocks hitting against his pelvis.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" I couldn't comprehend it anymore!
Yohan claimed me repeatedly in different positions. After he claimed me from behind, he made me ride on top of him, and now I was moving, and he was also helping me. He didn't remove the blindfold covering my eyes, adding more thrill to our intimacy. He never stopped f*cking me, and I never stopped wanting him to own my body.
I think I'm already in love with my husband, and I know I'm so messed up.
"Cosette, babe, please put your work aside for now and come for a stroll with me," Franklyn coaxed, using his usual sweet endearment whenever he wanted something.I paused what I was doing and looked up at him. Franklyn Carrington—the one person I could truly call a genuine friend. We had been classmates in college, and at one point, he was one of my suitors. I turned him down, but instead of drifting apart, we became closer. It was an odd dynamic, but over time, our friendship deepened, bound by shared struggles and a mutual understanding of our complicated lives."Frank, don't you have work? Your dad might scold you," I reminded him.Franklyn wasn’t in charge of their company yet. He still had to prove himself, thanks to his rebellious streak during college, where he often got into trouble. But being the firstborn of the Carrington family, leadership was inevitable. No matter how many siblings he had, the company would eventually fall into his hands.He waved off my concern. "Oh, fo
I couldn’t shake off everything I learned yesterday—my sister being forced to marry a man she doesn’t even know. Geneva had started working at our company, not because she wanted to, but because our parents insisted. I knew she wasn’t happy. Her true dream was to become a fashion designer and launch her own clothing line.We had different aspirations, but the saddest part? Neither of us could chase them. Not when our family's expectations held us captive."Why do you look even sadder than usual? Are you the one getting married?" Franklyn teased as he strolled into my office—again. At this point, it felt like a daily routine.I sighed, leaning back in my chair as I met his gaze. "I feel bad for my sister, Frank. She has no idea what’s coming. She doesn’t know what Dad has planned for her future. She’s too young for this… for a marriage that will define her entire life." My voice was heavy with frustration.Franklyn’s usual playful demeanor faded, his expression turning serious. He nodd
MY. GOD.I blinked rapidly, rubbing my eyes as if that would change the reality before me. But no matter how many times I did, the man lying beside me was still Zion Yohan Warren—not Harrison Pierre Whitmore.Shit. What the hell have I done?No. No. No. This can’t be happening!A piercing scream tore from my throat as I scrambled backward—only to miscalculate my movements and fall off the bed with a painful thud."So damn loud," Yohan groaned, his deep, irritated voice cutting through the chaos of my mind.I gasped and quickly grabbed the blanket, wrapping it tightly around my naked body as I pushed myself up. My heart pounded wildly as I turned to face him.Yohan was already sitting up, shirtless, his disheveled hair only making him look even more intimidating. His sharp gaze locked onto me, unreadable yet piercing, making my breath hitch.Then my phone rang. MY. GOD.A horrifying realization hit me.I had set up my plan last night. I had told my secretary to inform my father where
"I—I need to talk to your boss. Um... Is F-Franklyn Carrington in his office?" I asked the moment I approached his secretary.She gave me a polite smile. "Yes, Ma’am. May I have your name so I can inform Sir that you wish to speak with him?"It wasn’t surprising that she didn’t recognize me. I had never stepped foot in Franklyn’s company before. If I hadn’t made a complete mess of things last night and needed to get away from my father—at least for a while—I wouldn’t be here now."Ah, yes! Ummm... I-I'm Cosette Blanche Allen. Please tell him that it's important."The secretary nodded and disappeared into Franklyn’s office.I took a shaky breath, gripping the strap of my bag tightly. Hold it together, Cosette. The last thing I needed was to break down in the middle of his office—in front of his employees, no less. No, if I was going to cry, I’d do it where only Franklyn could see.A few minutes later, his secretary returned, offering me a reassuring smile."You can go in now, Miss Alle
"I didn’t like what you did, Cosette. It would be a huge embarrassment if people found out. But I never expected that your disobedience would actually pave the way for our company to prosper even more.”My head snapped up at Dad’s words. His lips curled into a grin, his eyes glinting with something calculated, something sinister."I know you're acquainted with Zion Yohan Warren. He doesn’t just own hotels and casinos here in LA—he has properties everywhere, vast lands in other cities, and let’s not forget… he’s a distant relative of the Spanish royal family."He leaned back in his chair, watching me like a predator sizing up his prey."I wanted to apologize for raising my hand to you that day, my lovely daughter. You know I only do these things because I care about you, right? I just don’t want you ending up with someone unworthy—someone who isn’t on our level. But since you were with Zion that day… I won’t scold you. In fact, I won’t oppose this relationship at all.”His voice was ge
"Weirdo, stop moaning! Wake up! You’re having wet dreams!"A loud voice jolted me awake. My eyes snapped open, and I immediately regretted it as a pounding headache crashed over me.Where am I?I glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar room—except, was it really unfamiliar? Something about this place felt… familiar. Like I had been here before.I winced and pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to ease the throbbing pain in my head.What the hell happened last night?Did I hit my head?Panicked, I quickly checked myself. My clothes were intact, and nothing felt sore except my head, which was proof enough that I hadn't been—"Weirdo!""What’s wrong with you?!" I snapped, turning toward the annoying voice.And then—I nearly fell off the bed.Yohan stood not far away, wearing nothing but a towel slung dangerously low around his waist.My mouth went dry.What the hell is he doing here?!More importantly—why does he have abs like that?! And… is that a tattoo on his side?Damn. This je
I sat in the back of the cab, staring blankly out the window, lost in thought.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake off what I’d done to Yohan last night.Did I really do that to him?It felt… impossible. I don’t even know about those things. I wouldn’t do something like that.And yet… I did.I groaned, burying my face in my hands before tugging at my hair in frustration.Oh my God, Cosette Blanche Allen!I don’t even have a boyfriend, and yet I was out there throwing myself at a guy I barely knew?!Argh! I hate you, Cosette Blanche!I felt like screaming into a pillow. It was humiliating. Completely mortifying!"Ma’am? Are you okay back there? Would you like me to take you to the hospital?"The taxi driver’s voice jolted me from my internal meltdown.I froze, realizing just how crazy I must’ve looked—crying one second, then laughing at my own stupidity, then crying again, then staring into space like some tragic movie heroine.He probably thought I’d lost it.I forced an awkw
The past few days had been overwhelming.With our new project underway, I had been swamped with work, closely monitoring every detail to ensure nothing went wrong. The budget was substantial—too much at stake for even the smallest mistake. If this project failed, the loss would be devastating for the company. And worse, Dad would be furious.Despite my workload, my mind kept drifting back to Geneva.Her wedding to Harrison Pierre Whitmore was just a week away, and she had no escape. Dad was rushing everything, making moves I couldn't predict, and it left me on edge.Since Yohan’s visit to our house to speak with Dad, I hadn’t seen him again. Strangely, Dad had also stopped pressuring me about our supposed wedding.Was it really not happening?Had Yohan managed to put a stop to Dad’s plans?I wanted to believe it. He was more powerful and wealthier than my father—if anyone could handle this, it was him.And I prayed he had.I couldn’t marry a man I didn’t love.No matter how dire the s
"Y-Yohan, please, don't do this," I nervously said while trembling in my seat.He led me to our bedroom and sat me on our bed. He quickly undressed me, leaving me no choice but to obey his commands. I clung to my naked body, looking at him with pleading eyes. Yes, Yohan is indeed skilled in bed, and he always drives me crazy when he thrusts inside me, but he can also be a beast in bed. I've experienced not being able to walk or move properly because of what Yohan did to me, and I don't want it to happen again. I am willing to give myself to him because he's my husband, but my only wish is for him to be gentle with me.He stripped in front of me, revealing his intimidating physique. Yohan regularly goes to the gym, so his body is well-built, and his abs are clearly visible.Yohan approached me and enveloped me with his arms."Why do you look so nervous, Cosette? I'll take care of you, and you will like what we will be doing right now."He kissed my lips after saying that. His kisses we
"You took so long to reach out to me, huh? Where have you been? And it seems like you've suddenly changed in my eyes," Franklyn asked, furrowing his brow.I had decided to meet up with Franklyn. News about my marriage to Yohan had already spread throughout our company, and I didn’t want him to hear about it from someone else. Franklyn was my only friend—he deserved to hear the truth from me first.I went to his company, knowing how busy he was. Besides, I didn’t want to stay at my own company for now, especially since I would soon be transferring to Yohan’s. What was the point of lingering there? It felt suffocating, and I wasn’t ready to face Dad just yet."I have something to tell you, Frank," I said seriously.He raised an eyebrow, sensing the shift in my demeanor. "O... kay? What is it, Princess?"Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze and told him the truth."I'm already married to Zion Yohan Warren, Frank.""W-What?!" His eyes widened as he shot up from his swivel chair, placing h
A new day as Yohan’s wife has begun.Since we don’t have any household help here, I woke up early to prepare breakfast. As we sat in the dining area, eating in silence, Yohan remained engrossed in something on his iPad. After he said those hurtful words last night, I forced myself to sleep, turning my back on him because I didn’t know how to face him after he finished showering. Fortunately, despite the heavy emotions weighing on me, I managed to sleep and wake up early.“Cosette.”I paused mid-bite when Yohan called my name. I looked up at him, waiting for what he had to say. “What’s that?”He met my gaze. “Come home early later. I want dinner ready by the time I get back,” he said coldly before returning his attention to his iPad.I cringed and avoided eye contact. I wanted to snap at him, to tell him I wasn’t a housemaid in this house. But I held my tongue. Arguing with Yohan would be pointless—I would only end up looking bad, and he would still win in the end.I hastened to finish
We arrived at a nearby restaurant, and once we sat at a table for two, a waitress came over to take our orders. I stayed quiet while Yohan focused on his phone, his expression serious.I didn’t want to disturb him. Yohan managed far more businesses than I did, and he was always busy. My father had allowed me to take a break for our honeymoon, handling my work in my absence. Despite my initial anger at Yohan, I was grateful for this chance to experience a proper vacation after our wedding.When our food finally arrived, I kept my focus on eating, avoiding Yohan’s gaze. But even so, I felt hyper-aware of his presence across from me. I suddenly became self-conscious about how I looked while eating. Even though I wanted to eat more, I held back, trying to maintain a modest demeanor.After finishing our meal, we walked back to the villa. Yohan stayed ahead of me, still engrossed in his phone, seemingly monitoring something important. I didn’t ask—he might get annoyed, and besides, it wasn’
Shit. My entire body aches. Did something heavy fall on me? It feels like I’ve been hit all over—especially down there—where the pain and burning sensation are unbearable.F*ck. Something definitely happened between Yohan and me last night. We didn’t stop until early morning, and I eventually passed out from exhaustion."Hmmm..."I felt someone wrap their arms around me from behind, followed by soft kisses trailing along my bare shoulder and back."Y-Yohan, I can’t move… my body hurts," I murmured as his hands began exploring my body again.Does this man never get tired?!I must look like a mess at this ungodly hour with Yohan clinging to me."I know, Cosette. I won’t do that to you again," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "I just want some milk first."I frowned and slowly turned to face him, wincing at the soreness in my body. But as soon as I saw Yohan’s face up close, I momentarily forgot my pain.Why does he look so angelic when he just woke up? His tousled hair, t
Yohan pressed me against the wall, his kisses trailing down to my neck. I found myself gripping his hair, tilting my head back as a wave of unfamiliar pleasure overwhelmed me. One of his hands was busy slipping off my top, while the other held my waist firmly, keeping me steady."Oh, Yohan!" I gasped, a soft moan escaping my lips when I felt his tongue teasing my chest.At some point, he had already removed my top, his hands moving swiftly to claim my breasts. He cupped one, kneading it gently, while his mouth and warm tongue played with the other."F*ck," I whispered when he lightly bit my nipple.I glanced down at Yohan, watching as he continued to lavish attention on me, his lips and tongue working their magic. He looked almost like a baby nursing, but the sheer pleasure of it made my thoughts scatter. Running my fingers through his hair, I shuddered when his tongue flicked rapidly against my nipple, making me arch my back in response.He lowered me again, and my legs nearly gave o
Those two women were so damn annoying! They acted like they were the most beautiful women in Hawaii—but they weren’t! Their arrogance was unbearable, and now, because I couldn't control myself, I was stuck in this situation.How the hell do I take back what I said to Yohan?Damn it! Why did I say that to him? I haven’t even… I haven’t even tried giving a blowjob before! What the heck?! I’m so screwed. I need to run."You better keep your promise, my little kitten. Let’s meet later at the villa—get ready for tonight. I just need to finish talking to my friend here," Yohan whispered in my ear before walking away, carrying the surfboard he had used earlier.I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry, and felt sweat forming on my forehead.The two foreign women had walked off earlier while we were kissing, unable to handle their jealousy. Good for them! But after Yohan kissed me, my confidence faded, and nervousness crept in again—especially when I caught his devilish grin as he glanced bac
I woke up to a loud noise, as if there were cheers and some sort of competition happening. What’s going on?Rubbing my eyes, I glanced to my side, but Yohan was nowhere to be seen. There wasn’t even a trace of him. Hasn’t he come back yet?After swimming in the pool last night to clear my mind, I had gone straight to bed in the villa. I didn’t bother thinking about Yohan anymore, assuming he would take a while outside. But maybe he never came back at all. Where could he have spent the night?Shrugging off the thought, I headed to the shower to freshen up. I wanted to step out of the villa and see what all the commotion was about. Could it be a concert?I hurried through my routine, and since it was a beach resort and I was on vacation, I opted for a two-piece swimsuit. To complete my look, I put on a white crochet cover-up, let my hair down, wore a beach hat and sunglasses, and applied sunscreen before heading out.The moment I stepped outside, I noticed a large crowd gathered near th
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 eye