UNDER HIS RULES

The photo in her hand transformed into a crumpled mess. She repeatedly squeezed the photo until it lost its shape. “Bastard!” Then she threw it in a random direction. She immediately stood up and grabbed the bag hanging nearby. “Sam, you bastard!” she cursed.

Anabella walked agitatedly. Her eyes glared with anger, disregarding the fact that the informant was following her.

“Hey,” she called out to her, who knows how many times. But Bella was consumed by fury. Her only destination was Sam’s house. Since her rejection at Flown Discotheque, Bella hadn’t returned there. She chose to take refuge in one of Sam’s temporary bases on the outskirts of the South Region. It was a place where Sam would usually visit and meet her after taking care of his business out there.

Unfortunately, Bella didn’t expect that Sam had changed his course. Going home? Meeting Beatrice? That damn brat! Bella wouldn’t stay silent. No way! Who was Beatrice? Trying to remove herself from that house? From Sam’s life? It wasn’t that easy.

“Hey!”

“What?!” Bella snapped without intending to stop in her tracks. She roughly opened the main door of the two-story house, which was quite picturesque.

“Hey, calm down first. If you come home angry like this, the Boss won’t like it.”

Her steps abruptly halted. There was nothing wrong with the girl’s statement, but…

“I can calm Sam down,” Bella confidently said. “Are you coming with me?”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

The girl pondered for a while before finally saying, “No, Bella. If I go back now, especially with you, Beatrice will definitely suspect something.”

A thin smile formed at the corner of Bella’s lips. “You’re smart, Anne.”

There was no response from Anne except for her faint smile. She let Bella get into the sedan parked there.

The car that Sam had given Bella as a gift. Who didn’t know Bella’s figure? Many regarded Bella as the woman closest to Sam. It also made Bella arrogant. As if she had power and control over certain things, which Sam never prohibited.

Sam’s return yesterday surprised Anne. Usually, as a trained spy in the Twin Dragon Clan, her team knew when their boss would come back. There should have been one more meeting left; meeting the Minister of Defense who was on the police side. As a neutral party, Sam shouldn’t have encountered too many obstacles.

Anne and her team were investigating the ownership of the weapons used to kill Tony. Two individuals were suspected as the owners of the rarely circulated weapons in the North or South Region. However, Sam changed his direction. And yet, Anne’s surveillance was not a trivial matter. It was difficult to approach the Minister of Defense in this region.

The girl clenched her fists. It felt like her recent work had been in vain. Didn’t Sam realize how valuable Tony was to her?

Meanwhile, Bella felt like cursing the road she was on. What caused this road to be completely congested? She really wanted to arrive at Sam’s main house as soon as possible.

“Can’t we go any faster?” Bella asked irritably. It had been almost half an hour, but the car she was in hadn’t moved at all.

“What’s going on? This is so damn frustrating!” she cursed.

“I don’t know, Bella. If we change directions, the distance will be even farther. But I checked on maps, it’s not showing any red.”

“Why did you only check the maps now? Why not earlier?” Bella was on the verge of going crazy.

“Sorry, Bella.”

Meanwhile, at Sam’s house, in the early morning, it was an extraordinary awkwardness for Beatrice. She didn’t know what time sleep had overtaken her, but she remembered opening her eyes only to find herself tightly embraced by Sam.

“You snore too, huh, when you sleep,” Sam said with a mischievous chuckle.

For the first time, she saw Beatrice looking completely innocent. No sense of annoyance, anger, hatred, or fearful gaze. All that was there were her black, perfectly round eyes, drawing him in so deeply.

Beatrice blinked slowly. It was as if she had just wandered into another dimension; why was Sam next to her? But her awareness started to return when fear struck her, realizing she had been dropped and trapped, and… had she been watching Sam almost the entire night?! Was that true? Oh my God! Beatrice must have gone insane.

The girl was already embarrassed. She pushed Sam quite forcefully, causing him to shift slightly.

“It hurts, you know. You’re so cruel. You wake up in the morning and say good morning. Or something like that.”

“In your dream!” Beatrice cursed.

She quickly got out of bed, but unfortunately, Sam had trapped her first. It made Beatrice’s eyes widen in surprise. She stared wide-eyed with a renewed sense of fear.

“If you don’t want to give me a good morning greeting, how about I start?”

Beatrice shook her head firmly.

“Your rejection is a must for me.”

“No! Don’t touch me!”

Sam chuckled. His gaze remained fixed on Beatrice, who was becoming more helpless beneath him. Didn’t this girl realize how tortured he was? Especially when Sam realized that she willingly entered his embrace. Perhaps in Beatrice’s dream, Sam was a pillow she could use as a sleeping companion.

“Forget that we slept together and touched each other all night?” he said with a sly grin.

Beatrice was truly ridiculous now. But she couldn’t possibly agree with this despicable thug’s words, right? “Let me go!” Once again, she tried to free herself.

“You know, Beatrice,” Sam said softly.

The tone of his voice made Beatrice pause in her struggles. For some reason, Sam’s voice sent a shiver down her spine. There was a dark aura there.

“If you keep moving like before, you’ll wake me up.”

“W-what do you mean?”

Sam smirked. He slowly crawled up, deliberately opening Beatrice’s legs with his knees. Intentionally, he moved the area of his upper thighs around Beatrice’s thighs. “Are you awake now?”

Beatrice’s eyes widened even more. “D-don’t touch me! Don’t touch me without permission!!!”

“Ah… but you have to give me a good morning greeting.”

Beatrice, terrified and trembling, was also confused. What did Sam really mean? Her body shuddered as Sam deliberately created friction down there. She closed her eyes, not out of enjoyment, but praying that something would make Sam leave her.

Was that possible? She didn’t know.

“You didn’t answer on purpose, right? To make me go crazy because of you?”

The girl became even more horrified, especially when Sam leaned closer. Speaking right above her lips.

“Let me go,” Beatrice whispered, using the last of her strength to prevent Sam’s chest from getting any closer.

“You should remember how to give me a good morning greeting,” Sam said with a sly grin on his lips. “Or… don’t blame me for touching you without permission.”

Their lips met once again. Sam kissed Beatrice with tenderness, just as he did the previous night. He explored every inch of Beatrice’s lips, giving gentle nibbles and sucks.

Sam made Beatrice as relaxed as possible. Her once tense and resistant body gradually relaxed. Beatrice returned the kiss, just as gently. It was similar to the previous night when they spent a lot of time passionately kissing each other.

Sam’s movements were indeed skillful. Beatrice, who had never experienced such intimacy with the opposite sex in her twenty-one years, was completely entranced. She didn’t realize she had started to squirm beneath Sam’s weight, which he never loosened.

While Sam became more enthusiastic, moving his hips to simply shift what was still encased in his jeans against Beatrice’s thigh. It was torturous, but was it better than him having to pull away?

Somehow, for Beatrice, he could act gentle like this. Maybe it was because she believed that everything Beatrice had shouldn’t be hurt and needed to be protected. And it was through this gentleness that Sam received reciprocity, right?

The girl beneath him was indeed a lover of gentleness. Sam would give it to her. What did Beatrice say earlier? Not to touch her without permission?

Through this gentleness and utmost caution, Sam would ensure that Beatrice willingly surrendered herself to be touched later. It was okay. Sam could wait.

Although…

“You,” Sam said, not wanting to break the connection of their lips. Their eyes met again. “Don’t move like before.”

The girl furrowed her brow.

“Don’t display that expression to me either.”

“Why?” Beatrice asked, slightly breathless. She could still feel how Sam treated her. She also felt that she hadn’t fully realized that Sam truly had control over her sanity.

Sam only responded to the question with a very faint smile. However, that smile made Beatrice blink softly. It was a smile she had never seen before. A smile that felt warm and full of sympathy. A smile that… was dangerous. It moved Beatrice’s hand to touch the face that had given her that smile earlier.

Sam closed his eyes softly as Beatrice’s hand touched his face. “Remember this well,” he said, still with closed eyes. “That earlier… was a good morning greeting. Which I will demand every day. Understand?”

Beatrice swallowed nervously. Her hand was still on Sam’s face, where she felt some rough skin surfaces. Beatrice wanted to ask so badly, but it seemed like it could cause its own chaos.

“Do you understand, Beatrice?”

“I understand,” Beatrice whispered softly. “Like this, right?”

That hand was brought to the back of Sam’s head. Asking the man to bend down closer to her lips. Repeating the gentle kiss, they had shared before. As if not knowing the word “satisfied” because the gentleness Beatrice felt was truly addictive.

Just like Sam.

“I can’t resist, Beatrice,” Sam abruptly interrupted. His eyes were clouded with passion because Beatrice truly drove him crazy. “You have to take responsibility.”

Beatrice’s eyes widened. Her heart felt like it stopped as Sam unfastened his belt buckle. Then he removed the blue jeans he had been wearing since last night, leaving him in shorts that made the girl restless and afraid.

“D-don’t,” Beatrice whispered.

“You calm down. I won’t touch you now. You said I have to ask for permission, right? Yes. I’ll comply with whatever you want.”

Did Beatrice believe him so easily? Of course not. She couldn’t trust the words of a despicable man like Sam.

“But you’ll help me.”

“What?”

Beatrice’s hand, which had clenched the bedsheet just to find a grip, was pulled by Sam with some force. He brought the hand that had touched his face-no woman had ever been allowed to touch Sam’s face in his bed, no matter the circumstances. Sam could still control himself. But Beatrice? She couldn’t refuse at all. How lucky Sam was not to push away that hand touching his face. It was so soft and smooth. His imagination wandered about what would happen if that hand touched him elsewhere?

“I don’t want to!” Beatrice quickly pulled her hand back, but unfortunately, Sam’s strength was much greater.

“Today, use your hand first. Once you’re skilled, use your mouth.”

Those words made Beatrice widen her eyes. Then she screamed as her hand touched what Sam possessed. Beatrice’s eyes couldn’t believe what she had to face.

“Don’t let me defy what I said earlier.” Sam slightly leaned in and whispered softly. “I can’t resist touching you for too long. So… use your hand well this morning.”