UNDER HIS RULES

Beatrice tried to normalize her heavy breathing. She gasped for air as if the oxygen supply was thin. It was all because of Sam’s relentless assault on her sensitive spots, overwhelming her. Her breasts were squeezed and played with, while Sam’s fingers wildly stroked below. They sought and touched Beatrice’s most sensitive areas.

“I always love seeing your face turn red because of me,” Sam praised.

The black-haired girl widened her eyes and screamed in disbelief as Sam lifted her effortlessly. Weightless and light, she was now in Sam’s embrace. She immediately wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck, finding her own grip.

“You didn’t even tell me you wanted to be carried,” she whispered, pouting. She comfortably leaned against his strong body that never ceased to amaze her.

Sam just grinned. “It’s too cold outside. You might get sick.” He briefly kissed the top of Beatrice’s head. “Grab that remote, will you? Close all the windows, the button is green.”

Compliantly, Beatrice grabbed the requested object. With a single click, all the windows and their large coverings moved to seal every gap. The cold she had felt was now slightly warmer. Sam then made his way back to the prepared bed. Beatrice knew very well how this closeness between them would end.

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Since the intense event that occurred in her life, her encounters with Sam were never long. She could count on her fingers the times she accompanied the man, indulging in their conversations. There was a deep longing residing in her mind. She didn’t know when this intense desire would find release. And when Sam came to visit her, abducting her at his whim, Beatrice couldn’t hold back.

“You’re so beautiful,” Sam complimented shortly after making sure Beatrice was comfortably lying on the bed. He pulled a large pillow to support her head. His eyes couldn’t get enough of the girl beneath him.

Moistening her lips intentionally, with the intention of teasing Sam and keeping his attention, Beatrice let go of her grip. “Aren’t you curious about what I’m wearing under this dress?”

Sam furrowed his brow but then smiled faintly. “Show me, then.” He gave Beatrice the space she desired. His mind was filled with thoughts of a figure descending slowly on the bed. Their eyes remained locked, not wandering anywhere else.

Beatrice loosened the back fastening of her dress, untying the ribbon that held it tightly against her body. She unzipped it with a seductive movement. She knew that every gesture she made kept Sam’s gaze fixed on her, observing how each piece of clothing peeled off her body, leaving behind only a small strip of fabric she was certain Sam wanted to tear apart.

But she wouldn’t allow it. Beatrice was determined.

Beatrice was wearing black lingerie with a plunging neckline. Thin straps adorned her bare back, ready to be easily removed by Sam. Among all the things Beatrice wore, one aspect had initially made her hesitate. But she didn’t want Sam to turn away from her. In this way, Beatrice hoped that Sam would only look at her.

The split of Beatrice’s buttocks was clearly visible in the thin black panties because the lingerie was very short, barely covering the top of her thighs.

Sam was completely captivated by what Beatrice revealed to him. He immediately approached and embraced her body, capturing and pulling her back to sit on his lap. This made Beatrice laugh softly. She intentionally let her long hair fall around them. Her eyes teasingly locked with Sam’s.

“Do you like it?” Beatrice asked with a meaningful smile. She also gave his face a gentle caress, their eyes still locked in an intense gaze.

“Do you know the consequences of teasing me like this?” Sam asked. He leaned closer to Beatrice’s clean and flawless neck. When was the last time he left a mark there? Why was Beatrice so alluring tonight? Her neck suddenly called out to him, begging to be adorned with beautiful marks on its smooth, blemish-free surface.

“If the consequence is that you’ll only be with me forever, I’ll bear it,” Beatrice said, closing her eyes tightly. She gripped Sam’s shoulders because the kiss was more than just a kiss. She felt the wet tip of Sam’s tongue playing there. Sometimes, he gently nibbled or sucked with force, leaving behind fading red marks.

“Does that mean you’re ready for whatever happened yesterday to happen again someday?” Sam whispered.

Beatrice’s breath suddenly became erratic. “There will be no other women, and you won’t leave me, right?”

“That’s for sure,” Sam stared intently at Beatrice. “You have to be ready because what happened yesterday might happen again.”

Beatrice smiled faintly. “But I have you.” She kissed the tip of Sam’s nose. “I’m a thousand percent sure you won’t leave me in danger.” Then her kiss moved to Sam’s cheek, which felt rough. “Haven’t you shaved?”

“Your hands have been busy lately.”

Beatrice laughed. “I’ll take care of that tomorrow.”

“Now?” Sam asked, grinning mischievously. He gently squeezed Beatrice’s buttocks that had been tempting him.

“To serve you,” Beatrice replied calmly.

“Starting to misbehave, huh?” Sam approached and continued to trail his lips along Beatrice’s neck, allowing her soft sighs to escape. “You can be naughty, but only in front of me.” Sam’s hand firmly squeezed Beatrice’s buttocks and slapped her slightly hard, making Beatrice widen her eyes and let out a small cry of pain. “Understand?”

“Ow! You’re so mean, hitting me like that,” Beatrice stared in disbelief but then laughed. “Yes, Sam. I understand. I’ll be naughty for you─”

Before she could finish her sentence, Sam quickly silenced her with a long kiss. A demanding and passionate kiss, with no breaks for Beatrice to catch her breath. Sam’s hand held onto Beatrice’s neck, preventing her from moving away while he indulged in all his desires. His tongue delved into Beatrice’s mouth, not giving her a moment to push him away.

They greedily devoured each other, taking turns sucking on each other’s lips. It would be a lie to say that Sam had been able to restrain himself without Beatrice by his side for the past few days. Despite being occupied with various matters related to the Flown Discotheque and the headquarters renovation, the absence of Beatrice had a significant effect on him. There was a loss that Sam couldn’t easily comprehend, an uneasiness that he himself didn’t understand why it lingered in his mind.

So, after he felt that all his affairs could be handled by Hugo and Eland, especially those related to the Twin Dragons’ interests, he took the risk. Oh no, he didn’t care about the risks that would await him when entering a place that was undoubtedly private for the Quassano family. Whose fault was it that Sam was only allowed to meet Beatrice for half an hour? Did they think thirty minutes was enough?

Oh God! Why was Alfred so annoying! Every time Sam protested, the middle-aged man would say, “You have to explain to me how your relationship works so that I can understand it. Not just on the surface, Sam.”

Once his eyes were satisfied with the sight of Beatrice enjoying a meal with two servants around the other mansion of Alfred, Sam completely disregarded all restrictions. He wouldn’t send Beatrice back quickly until he felt satisfied. But… when would he feel satisfied?

After everything that had happened between him and Beatrice, Sam couldn’t find satisfaction in it. All he felt was an addiction. He didn’t find the words ‘bored’ or ‘tired’ when spending time with Beatrice. He didn’t want to be separated for too long. Sam poured all his feelings into this demanding kiss. Until he felt a gentle punch on his chest from Beatrice.

He briefly paused the kiss. Wet traces were imprinted there, along with Beatrice’s slightly swollen lips.

“I can’t breathe, Sam,” Beatrice complained, pouting.

“There’s never been a case of a couple dying from lack of oxygen during a kiss.” Sam laughed, speaking directly above Beatrice’s wet lips. Somehow, he bit her lip that had enticed him so strongly.

“Sam!” Beatrice stared in disbelief at Sam’s action just now.

“I couldn’t help it,” Sam said honestly. His hands, which had been holding Beatrice’s buttocks and slim waist, started to roam. His eyes also moved down, scanning Beatrice’s enticing body, especially her breasts. They were protruding beautifully because the lingerie Beatrice was wearing couldn’t contain them.

His index finger began to trace Beatrice’s cleavage with an incredibly gentle motion. Causing the owner of this alabaster-white body to close her eyes and let out a soft moan. Because of this, Sam once again planted a gentle kiss. Not demanding, but when Beatrice tried to reciprocate the kiss, equally slow, Sam went crazy.

Especially when Beatrice’s tongue began to move at an incredibly slow tempo. Sam wanted to protest, but he knew that he was enjoying it because Beatrice’s tenderness created a different kind of excitement.

Like right now.

Where Beatrice’s hands cupped his face. She gently kissed and explored the surface of his lips. Meanwhile, Sam squeezed the perfectly fitting breasts in his palms. Even though it was a result of Beatrice’s frustration due to his teasing, Sam didn’t care.

He liked the way Beatrice kissed him.

“Sam,” Beatrice couldn’t help but moan. Even though she tried to divert Sam’s attention from her breasts. “Oh!”