UNDER HIS RULES

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Beatrice didn’t know when she fell asleep. Since entering the prepared room, she couldn’t immediately doze off. There were many things she did to make her body tired, like pacing around the room. From her room, the door consisting of wide glass led directly to the shoreline. The dimly lit lamps created a unique decoration that Beatrice could feel.

Although it was beautiful, there wasn’t a single thing she could enjoy.

Her feelings were in chaos. The sound of gunfire continued to resonate. She didn’t know why her fear was so great, especially for Sam’s safety.

By the time the clock in the room struck eleven at night, which meant Beatrice had been waiting for Sam’s return for over five hours, the man had not yet come back.

“Where is he?” she whispered. She curled up, hugging the available pillow.

Don’t ask how Beatrice could feel like this. She hadn’t forgotten the insults, the hatred, the annoyance, the anger, and how Sam was far from being a good person.

However, lately, being around Sam had made her… feel something. Something she couldn’t explain clearly. Even though she was used to sharing her feelings with Hera, describing what she felt to her friend.

But now?

When Hera asked, Beatrice had no answers. Was it because of Sam’s treatment, which, although it frightened her and made her want to escape as far as possible, was balanced with sincerity?

Who knows? What’s certain is that tonight she let her tears continue to fall. Dampening a part of the pillow’s surface that she now clung to. All the shadows of her captive life in Sam’s luxurious home, as well as the presence of the rough man, tall and unwilling to argue, sometimes using a high tone when giving orders, flashed before her eyes. They swirled, demanding her attention.

Sam was different.

His gentle side deeply touched Beatrice’s soul. Could it be that this gentle side was also what made many people reluctant to leave the grand mansion known as the headquarters? If that was the case, Beatrice found the same connection.

Once again, Beatrice let out a long sigh. “I’m worried, Sam,” she softly uttered with a tone full of anguish.

It made her curl up in the middle of the bed. And she didn’t want anything to happen to the ruler. The tears eventually exhausted her. She fell asleep without realizing that the person she was waiting for had finally returned.

“You haven’t come out of your room all this time, Boss,” reported Ompong. “Earlier, Zein and Mateo accompanied you outside, but you didn’t say a word.”

“But did she eat?”

“Yes, Boss. She ate heartily from Ute’s cooking.”

Sam grinned. “You guys rest. I’ll take the night shift. Make sure the area around this place is also secure. Coordinate with Kellan.”

“Understood, Boss!” exclaimed Ompong and Yongki simultaneously.

Just as Sam was about to enter his room, Hugo interrupted him. “Boss,” Hugo interjected before Sam could enter the room where Beatrice was sound asleep. “Wait a moment!”

“What now?” Sam felt the urge to give Hugo a good punch for always being so audacious. But what could he do when Sam grinned innocently?

“How long are we staying here?” Hugo’s phone was always on standby. “We need to plan a new strategy. I won’t disturb your vacation afterward.”

“A month.”

“What?!!!”

Sam closed the door just like that. He grumbled in annoyance because of Hugo’s loudness. He was afraid that his assistant’s voice would disturb his sleeping princess.

Ah… how romantic. Princess? To Sam, Beatrice was not just a princess, but a girl he longed for to be by his side. Even though he knew that everything related to Beatrice would surely provoke his emotions. But coinciding with that, Sam desired her so much. He had never felt this way before. It made Sam wonder, what does Beatrice have that can drive him crazy?

He unbuttoned his long coat that was still clinging to his body. He chose clothes neatly arranged in the closet in the room they would temporarily stay in. Changing into more comfortable attire. If the main headquarters was his parents’ legacy, then this house was Sam’s personal property. A place where he sometimes spent time alone.

In this room as well, a place that always guarded his privacy and where no one was allowed to enter except himself, he would spend the night with Beatrice. Only Beatrice.

Slowly, he climbed onto the bed, approaching Beatrice whom he now gazed at intently. He carefully observed her sleeping face.

“You… cried, didn’t you?” Sam asked, puzzled. He tidied Beatrice’s slightly messy hair. “Why were you crying?” He chuckled softly when he noticed the phone with its message history still open.

There was one message that was unsent but had already been typed there.

Beatrice:

When will you come back, Sam? Don’t make me worry.

“I’ve already come back, but you’re asleep.” Sam loosened his embrace on Beatrice’s soft pillow. “I’m jealous of the pillow.”

That movement made Beatrice stir softly. Her sweet moan also sounded enchanting to Sam’s ears. “Sam,” she said.

He gently caressed Beatrice’s damp cheek. “Hey,” Sam whispered softly. “I’m home. Don’t you want to welcome me?”

That voice… sounded so familiar to Beatrice. It made her slightly unsettled, especially when she began to realize that someone was touching her cheek very gently. “Sam, you’re back?”

Beatrice squirmed, trying to free herself. She was afraid that what she was feeling now was just a dream. But… she recognized this perfume very well. And the muscular and sturdy body, and… didn’t she hear his voice earlier, right? She slowly opened her eyes. And immediately, the figure she had been waiting for was in front of her.

“Sam?” she said, making sure her sight wasn’t deceiving her. “You’re back?”

“What do you think?”

Regardless of whether Beatrice would later be called a slut, cheap, or a seductive girl, for this time, it was also the first time Beatrice lunged at Sam. Although it had no effect on Sam whatsoever, really, Beatrice’s movement made Sam cringe as well.

“Sam, are you really back?” Beatrice’s eyes hungrily examined every detail of Sam’s face. She carefully observed his hands. Then, she freely explored the entire front of Sam’s body. Didn’t the girl think about the consequences?

But it seemed like Beatrice’s exploration wasn’t over yet. She also checked Sam’s head and face. She scrutinized them one by one to satisfy her curiosity. Making sure that Sam was really fine.

“That’s enough,” Sam said, stopping Beatrice’s wandering hands. “I’m fine.”

“No!” Beatrice didn’t want to be stopped. “I have to make sure you’re okay.”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Sam chuckled but still stopped Beatrice’s actions. “That’s enough, Beatrice.”

“But the sound of the gun earlier?”

Sam laughed. “You’re worried about me?”

“Of course!” Beatrice sat next to Sam, panting. “How could I not worry? Anne said you caused a commotion, using guns and weapons, causing destruction.”

Sam still laughed at all of Beatrice’s rants.

“There’s nothing funny, Sam!” Tears flowed uncontrollably from Beatrice’s eyes.

Sam was momentarily speechless, but then, he sealed her previously scolding lips with a long and passionate kiss. Full of tenderness, as if time stood still for the two of them. Giving and receiving in a very careful manner. Not wanting to rush, because it seemed like Sam was starting to enjoy Beatrice’s game of always seeking gentleness.

Whatever Sam did to Beatrice, he received an equally passionate response. Sam also didn’t expect that Beatrice’s palm, which held his face to keep him close, would give him a long kiss. Their wet lips pressed against each other, sucking and nibbling on each other.

And when Sam used the tip of his tongue to play inside Beatrice’s mouth, there was no resistance at all. In fact, it seemed like Beatrice quickly learned to match his actions.

Sam swiftly lifted Beatrice to sit on his lap. He had no intention of pausing their passionate exchange. He pushed aside Beatrice’s hair and gathered it into one place in the middle. The graceful curve of her neck was perfectly exposed to Sam. With his other hand, Sam began to caress around her nape until he reached the edge of the pajamas Beatrice was wearing.

The long kiss left Beatrice breathless. She slightly relaxed her hand and their kiss was finally released. But still, their foreheads pressed against each other. Beatrice’s breath was erratic while Sam looked extremely satisfied, causing Beatrice’s lips to swell.

“I’m not doing anything to you, you know,” Sam said softly. “But now I am because of you.” Sam gazed intensely at Beatrice and then glanced at the part of her neck that he had been eyeing since earlier. “Don’t blame me if your whole body turns red tonight.”

“Are you going to torture me?” Beatrice asked with an incredulous look.

“Yes.” Sam directed his lips towards her white neck. Using the tip of his tongue, he slowly traced it.

Beatrice’s breathing became even more irregular. The hand that was used to hold Sam’s face, though trembling, couldn’t resist exploring Sam’s head, which was very close to her. It served as a grip because Sam’s actions created an electrifying sensation.

“Sam,” she gasped, unable to hold back anymore. Even though she had been trying not to make a sound. Enjoying every suck Sam gave there, including when he nibbled on the edge of her ear.

One whisper Sam could give that made Beatrice more aroused. “Moan louder, Beatrice. Say my name.” Even when the tip of his tongue skillfully began to trace Beatrice’s chest. Her body felt weightless. It seemed like her back was touching the soft part of the bed. But from what Beatrice remembered, she was sitting on Sam’s lap earlier.

She soon realized that Sam was already on top of her. Partly pressing her down, but Beatrice couldn’t resist him. On the contrary, she wanted their distance to disappear even more. One by one, Sam began to undo the buttons of Beatrice’s pajamas. There was no objection at all from the girl who sometimes closed her eyes to push away the tumultuous feelings in her chest. Sam could feel her heartbeat pounding. It was so beautiful.

Especially when those buttons came undone, revealing Beatrice’s breasts.

“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

There was no barrier there, making Sam smirk. His eyes wandered, gazing at the inviting swell of Beatrice’s breasts.

Beatrice’s eyes widened. She looked at Sam with a pleading gaze. “I waited for you to come home. Fulfilling your request earlier.”

Sam’s grin grew wider. “You’ve become quite skilled at seduction, my woman.”

Those breasts seemed to beckon Sam to submit. Just like the owner of them who now stared at him with a foggy gaze. For Sam, Beatrice’s breasts weren’t too big or too small, but they fit perfectly in the grip of his strong hands.

Sam’s focus was directed to one spot. “The tattoo is nice, isn’t it?”

Beatrice glanced at the part that would never be erased. “Do you think it’s nice?”

“It’s really nice.” He kissed the tattoo with deep emotion. “You’re the only woman who has this tattoo, Beatrice.”

Beatrice blinked slowly. “Really?”

Sam quickly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the part where the same tattoo as Beatrice’s was located. “You should have noticed, right?”

Beatrice unconsciously bit her lower lip. Her hand reached out to touch the same tattoo as hers. It was on the right side while Beatrice’s was on the left. Maybe because Sam often treated Beatrice as he pleased, the girl didn’t realize the similarity there.

She gently caressed Sam’s chest, feeling the ruler’s heartbeat. Its rhythm made Beatrice want to get closer.

So that’s what she did. She rose and immediately hugged Sam tightly. Enjoying the strong heartbeat there. “Same.” That was all Beatrice could say.

“Are you satisfied with looking at the tattoo and hugging me? Can we continue?” Sam smirked. “I can’t resist being treated like this by you all the time.” Sam released the hug Beatrice gave. No, Sam really loved the affection Beatrice gave him. In fact, if he could, he wanted to hug Beatrice all night long.

Beatrice’s chin was lifted gently, making them face each other closely.

“By what means will you fulfill your promise? I’m curious. Mouth, hands, or…?”


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