UNDER HIS RULES

“Quickly, Beatrice. Before you become my meal.”

Not wanting to take the risk of defying Sam’s words, Beatrice quickened her pace. She asked questions here and there before serving the meal for Sam. Suddenly, his plate was filled with various dishes. It was all because the available dishes looked tempting.

Worsened, Sam really didn’t want to use his hands just to feed himself. He asked Beatrice to do it. Nevertheless, Beatrice happily complied with all of Sam’s requests. Despite his cold and brusque words, Sam’s demeanor today truly made her happy. His joy seemed to have spread across Beatrice’s face since earlier.

“Done,” Sam said as he finished the last few bites. “You finish it, you.”

“This is still too much, Sam,” Beatrice exclaimed.

“You only ate a little,” Sam chose to finish his remaining drink.

Beatrice pouted. She looked at her plate, which had a few pieces of grilled shrimp and squid left. “It’s a shame not to eat it,” she said, determined to finish the rest.

Sam smiled contentedly, enjoying how Beatrice ate with gusto. Occasionally, words of praise for the delicious dishes in front of her effortlessly slipped from the woman’s thin lips. “I’ll be outside,” Sam ruffled Beatrice’s head lovingly. “Join me when you’re done eating.”

“It’s still raining, right?” Beatrice blinked in surprise.

“The canopy on my balcony is wide, you won’t get wet,” Sam chuckled.

Left alone, Beatrice only had two more bites to finish. She paused for a moment, settling herself as her stomach was now full. She didn’t want to get a stomachache from consuming too much food. Not good.

Sometimes, Beatrice glanced at Sam’s back, watching him gaze at the rain outside. It was still the same as when they arrived. The rain poured heavily, as if it had stored too much water. Feeling much more comfortable with her full stomach, Beatrice approached Sam.

Embracing Sam, just like when they were riding, was what she did now.

“Finished?” Sam asked, disposing of his cigarette butt.

“Yes,” Beatrice’s voice was muffled by the rain.

“Not cold?” Sam turned his body to face her.

“I’m here.”

Sam chuckled. Facing Beatrice directly, who was now staring at him intently. He tugged Beatrice’s hand slightly to bring her closer. Beatrice’s eyes truly captivated him now. “I’m weak when you look at me like that,” he said. His large hand immediately touched Beatrice’s neck, gently urging her to tilt her head up to receive his long kiss.

A kiss he had been holding back since the moment his eyes were filled with the seductive figure of Beatrice. A kiss he wouldn’t release until he fulfilled his biggest desire for Beatrice. Sam knew Beatrice wouldn’t refuse him. In fact, she would gladly accept it.

Just like now.

Responding to every movement Sam made on every corner of Beatrice’s lips. The gentle caresses gradually became more intense. The kisses that initially stirred the heart were now filled with desire. The small bites Sam gave to ease his access to explore Beatrice’s mouth were welcomed. Intertwining. Drenching each other. Growing closer, not wanting to be separated.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Beatrice’s hand was already draped around Sam’s neck, while Sam’s other hand was already roaming. Untying Beatrice’s hair. Letting her long hair cascade messily in the wind. You see, according to Sam, Beatrice’s appearance like that truly heightened his adrenaline.

“You know, Beatrice,” Sam said at the end of their passionate kiss. His thumb used to stroke Beatrice’s wet lips. Beatrice’s gaze was already burning with desire. It was so easy to ignite the spark that made Sam eager to take Beatrice to his bed.

But not now. He still wanted to satisfy something here.

Since Sam didn’t continue his sentence, Beatrice wondered.

Her voice was slightly breathless because Sam’s kiss was demanding and difficult for her to match. As if it had been a long time since Sam explored her lips. “What do I know?”

“This outfit,” Sam deliberately pinched Beatrice’s breast, which was still neatly covered. Making Beatrice widen her eyes in surprise and take a step back. Which only made Sam irritated. He pulled Beatrice’s waist again to bring their bodies into warm contact.

“I remember; my father did this to my mom when I accidentally saw them in the kitchen.” Without feeling guilty, Sam put his hand into the opening of Beatrice’s clothing. Gently squeezing Beatrice’s breasts that were still covered by a bra.

“Sam!” In the midst of the sensation Sam was giving her, Beatrice still found her consciousness. “So, you saw what my parents were doing?”

“Yeah, no. Hans was really disruptive at that time. He carried me out of the kitchen corridor,” Sam replied.

Beatrice couldn’t help but laugh at Sam’s confession. But it was short-lived because Sam didn’t let the laughter take over Beatrice. He deliberately didn’t move his hand away. On the contrary, he intensified the squeezes and occasionally targeted Beatrice’s nipple with his touch.

“Sam,” the laughter vanished immediately. It was replaced by a moan that started to take over Beatrice. “Mmm!”

“I used to think that activity caused Mom pain. Turns out, it doesn’t, right? Just like how you’re addicted to these touches, right?” Sam said.

Beatrice chose to keep her eyes closed. Her breath became more erratic, especially since Sam’s hand was no longer at her waist. Instead, it was caressing her thigh, which couldn’t be tightly covered because the wind made her dress move aimlessly. Sam’s fingertips deliberately touched the base of Beatrice’s thigh with a very regular and gentle motion.

This made Beatrice even more overwhelmed. All she could do was tighten her grip. “Sam!”

“Answer first,” Sam whispered softly, aiming for Beatrice’s reddened earlobe. “Do you like my touch?”

“Mmm!” Beatrice was truly overwhelmed by Sam, especially with his fingers exploring down there, finding the right places to wander. “Oh… Sam.” It felt like her supporting leg suddenly weakened when Sam’s fingers touched her intimate area.

He caressed her so gently.

“Don’t you want to answer?” Sam asked seductively.

In the remaining bit of sanity that Beatrice had, she said, “How about you?” Her eyes looked at Sam with a longing gaze. Even just being touched like this made her powerless. “Do you like touching me? Do you like everything I have? Do you feel satisfied with just me?”

Sam fell silent.

Beatrice suddenly felt melancholic. Especially since she couldn’t read Sam’s gaze at all. It was as if there was a wall that was too high for Beatrice to climb. “Is that so?”

Sam grinned faintly. “You drive me crazy, Beatrice. And you’re still asking me a question like that?”

Their eyes, still locked in the air, seemed to hold all the answers Beatrice needed. Which made her heart extremely joyful? “I always like it when Brother touches me. Anywhere. Anytime.”

“Don’t blame me tonight, then.” Sam silenced Beatrice’s lips with a passionate kiss. He continued to demand a response despite being breathless. At the peak of this fiery kiss, Sam said, “Not only storms can rage, I can too. But this time, my storm is because of you, Beatrice.”

“Ah!” Beatrice widened her eyes, but her scream was then silenced by a twirling tongue. Meanwhile, down there, Sam’s fingers penetrated and stimulated her.

“I won’t give you a break, my dear. I won’t.”

“In that case,” Beatrice truly restrained herself from moaning loudly. “Do whatever Brother wants. I am under your control.”