UNDER HIS RULES

She was not satisfied with just verbal abuse. Her hands and feet still wanted to deliver blows. Not to mention her mouth, which still wanted to curse. Beatrice didn’t care if her whole body was bruised, injured, scraped, or even reddened from the punches she received, which were no joke.

For Beatrice, a woman’s mouth like Bella’s deserved to be beaten until satisfied.

She arrogantly insulted people with excessive words. Who is Bella in Sam’s grand house anyway? As far as Beatrice could remember, Bella was just a troublemaker. Someone who yelled and gave orders, and supposedly a woman who was always by Sam’s side.

But did Beatrice believe it?

At first, yes, but the longer she stayed here, the image of Bella became just words. Sam was never with Bella. He was always with Hugo or other subordinates.

If Sam were to get angry at Beatrice later, she wouldn’t be afraid. She was innocent. She defended Ute and the peace in this house. Only a woman with an unsound mind would scream in the middle of the night and cause trouble.

Her breath roared, and she forcefully opened the bedroom door after pushing Ompong and Yongki aside. Both of them dared not look Beatrice in the eye.

“You,” Sam called out.

Beatrice didn’t care. Her anger was still strong. Moreover, she suddenly didn’t like Sam’s arrival tonight. Although before going to bed, after carefully observing the cellphone, a paper bag containing her clothes and study equipment, she really wanted to thank Sam directly.

Her message was unanswered, whether because he was busy or simply didn’t want to reply, Beatrice didn’t know. But she felt that expressing gratitude in person would leave a greater impression than a series of words.

That’s why Beatrice hoped Sam would come home.

However, Sam’s return was not to separate them. He wasn’t ready to end their showdown. He was still not satisfied. If Bella couldn’t be dragged down to Ute’s feet and apologize to her, the mounting anger inside Beatrice would continue to burn.

“Beatrice.” Sam immediately grabbed Beatrice’s hand in one swift motion.

He intentionally closed the bedroom door and asked his subordinates to stand guard. It didn’t matter who took turns, Sam didn’t care. As long as they didn’t disturb him while he suddenly felt a surge of passion from seeing Beatrice angry. For some reason, in Sam’s eyes, the girl looked incredibly sexy.

Her cheeks turned red, her eyes flared, her hair disheveled, although her face was covered in scratches. Sam was sure the girl’s body looked as pitiful as Bella’s earlier. But amazingly, she still had the energy to walk as if nothing had happened. Where did Beatrice get that energy from?

“What?!” Beatrice snapped indignantly. “Step aside! Just take care of Bella!” She tried to free herself from Sam’s grasp. But unfortunately, Beatrice forgot that Sam was much stronger than her. Sometimes she wondered why this courage didn’t emerge when she was pressed by Sam. Whereas when provoked by Bella earlier, she felt like she was being whipped and exploded uncontrollably.

Should she pray to God so that her courage wouldn’t choose who she faced?

Sam laughed. He didn’t let Beatrice escape his grasp. Instead, he carried the girl who still had the energy to curse right in front of him. He didn’t even care that his chest, part of his shoulder, and his face were hit by Beatrice’s resistance.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“You,” Sam warned. Beatrice’s body was thrown onto the soft bed in his room. “Are you still angry? Or should I silence you with actions?”

Beatrice blinked. Her back felt a bit sore, probably from their struggle earlier. However, the bed was always comfortable whenever Beatrice slept on it. This made her wince in pain.

“Sit,” Sam commanded, as he himself took off his black coat. The black shirt hugging his body seemed tight. However, it perfectly highlighted the muscles Sam had.

Beatrice swallowed softly, especially when Sam began to unbutton his shirt one by one.

“What… do you want?” Beatrice hesitated. Fear started to creep in. Where did the fierce Beatrice who had beaten up Bella go? Her eyes no longer had the fiery anger. Instead, she became wary of Sam’s behavior, who was not far from her.

“I’m annoyed, you know,” Sam chuckled at Beatrice’s loss of courage. “You were so brave with Bella earlier.” He approached her. The closer he got, the more Beatrice moved away. Sam was getting annoyed with Beatrice’s behavior tonight.

He grabbed Beatrice’s chin abruptly, making the girl tremble in fear. “Where is the Beatrice Catalina who was brave, skilled at cursing, whose punches I felt were strong, and…” Sam leaned closer. Right at the edge of Beatrice’s ear, he whispered, “Awakened my desires just like that.”

“Back off,” Beatrice pushed Sam with whatever courage she had left. Although she couldn’t create enough distance, at least Beatrice could escape if Sam did something strange to her.

Indeed, Sam burst into satisfied laughter. “Oh my… You.” Sam even held his stomach. “You are such a delight to me.”

“I’m not a clown,” Beatrice muttered, her gaze becoming more cautious.

“Sit here.” Sam patted the side of the bed where he was sitting. Since Beatrice still looked suspicious and wary, Sam spoke again. “I want to treat your wounds, so that all the injuries you got tonight won’t keep you from sleeping.”

Beatrice scoffed. “Since when do wounds prevent sleep?”

Sam patted the bed again. “Come here, I’ll treat them.”

Finally, Beatrice gave in and tried to believe what Sam was telling her. It seemed like Sam was sincere. He quickly grabbed the first aid kit from the corner of the room. In Beatrice’s view, Sam also prepared a container of warm water taken from the toilet. Complete with a small towel to clean the wounds Beatrice had suffered.

Beatrice grimaced several times due to the pain. It turned out her hands had many deep scratches. Not to mention her face felt sore on the right side.

“It hurts!” Beatrice cried out as Sam pressed on her calf. “It hurts so much!”

“This must have hit the edge of the balcony,” Sam straightened the leg of the girl who was still whimpering. “The bruise is quite severe.”

Earlier, Beatrice didn’t feel anything, so why was her whole body in pain now? Anger indeed made her forget about her own condition.

“Feeling better?” Sam asked a moment after applying the ointment, which felt very cold when it touched Beatrice’s skin.

“What was that earlier?”

“Medicine, of course,” Sam laughed. “I don’t need to cover all these wounds. Let it be like this for now. I’ve also applied antiseptic.”

Beatrice examined her wounds and then stared intently at Sam. The man seemed so relaxed under Beatrice’s gaze. It was as if receiving looks from women was too ordinary for him. Ah… Beatrice forgot, who was this Sam. However, she would never forget how to express gratitude. “Thank you for treating my wounds.”

“I don’t just accept words as gratitude.”

The girl sighed softly. “My lips are injured. Should I use injured lips for kissing too?”

Sam was taken aback. “I didn’t ask for that. Oh… so you miss me kissing you?”

Beatrice stared in disbelief. She always assumed that Sam asked for things that were not far from kissing, being tongue-tied, or… ah, Beatrice didn’t want to remember it, but what else could she do? Sam always had a way of bringing up strange memories that ran through her whole body.

Don’t think that Beatrice never imagined anything they had done together. She just tried so hard not to remember it too much!

“Tell me if you want me to kiss you,” Sam said suddenly, approaching Beatrice who was unprepared for this move. His medicine box fell to the ground as Sam barged towards Beatrice.

“N-not like that,” Beatrice retorted firmly, although she knew it was useless. “Sometimes you ask for strange things and it scares me,” Beatrice finally whispered.

Sam looked at Beatrice with surprise. But shortly after, he burst into laughter. “Next time, don’t be afraid. I promised not to touch you without permission. Do you know what kind of touch I want from you?”

Beatrice nervously swallowed.

“Having great sex with you, Beatrice.”

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Sam began buttoning up his shirt. Next to him, a fairly large bag had been prepared. This business might be resolved within two or three days. The captive refused to speak, despite being subjected to various tortures.

It seemed that the captive was extremely loyal. When Sam saw the emblem he possessed, he knew who he was dealing with this time.

Samuel Aaric Cyril, the ruler of the Twin Dragon Clan, knew no fear. In fact, because his territory had been disrupted and one of his trusted subordinates had been killed without cause, he would not remain idle.

He had even prepared the most terrifying gift if the person responsible for this chaos was not handed over.

A soft groan interrupted Sam’s activities. His eyes immediately fell on the figure still lying on his bed. Her hair was clearly disheveled. Several parts of her body were covered in bandages. Her usually smooth and clean face was no different from her hands. There were several band-aids stuck there.

Sam actually felt bad about waking up the girl who had slept beside him last night. But if he left without saying goodbye, something would bother him. That’s what made Sam approach Beatrice.

He gently caressed the side of the girl’s face that he had enjoyed for quite a while this morning. Beatrice, to Sam, was not just an ordinary captive. She wasn’t just the guarantor of her damn father’s debt. Since the moment Sam looked into Beatrice’s doll-like eyes, he was captivated. However, Sam couldn’t be gentle with this girl. He didn’t know why.

He felt like he wanted to keep pressuring Beatrice to make her obey him. However, seeing Beatrice smile happily over trivial things only made Sam go crazier.

“Can you wake up for a moment?” he said. “I want to talk.”

“It’s still early,” Beatrice replied hoarsely. “My whole body hurts,” she complained, pulling the blanket over herself. Regardless of who was speaking, she just wanted to continue sleeping.

“Beatrice,” Sam called with a small chuckle. “If you don’t open your eyes, I’ll kiss you until you can’t breathe, okay?”

“Ugh… why do I hear that annoying Sam’s voice again? Why is he always near me? What does he want? Oh my god! Just leave me alone!” Beatrice turned her body over slowly. Her sleepwear was slightly open at the shoulder. Her fair skin was right in front of Sam’s nose.

“You’re really asking to be punished, aren’t you?”

“Shut up!” Beatrice was slightly annoyed. “Punish me, punish me! What did I do wrong, Sam?”

The man grinned ever so slightly. “Don’t blame me if your lips end up more injured. I held back all night, but not anymore.” He planted a kiss accompanied by a small suck on her recently exposed shoulder.

Then, with some caution, Sam turned Beatrice to face him. It seemed that she was still deeply asleep. No matter, Sam would wake her up in his own way.

He started unbuttoning Beatrice’s shirt. Slowly and intentionally, he used the tips of his fingers to touch Beatrice’s skin as smooth as silk. After a while, the pajamas were fully open, revealing Beatrice’s chest rising and falling regularly with each breath. The stamp Sam had made on Beatrice’s chest could be seen peering out there.

Sam grinned. Using the tip of his tongue, Sam began to dance on Beatrice’s body. Occasionally, he would pause and suck there. He started with gentle sucking, gradually increasing the intensity. This elicited unconscious moans from Beatrice’s mouth.

Especially when Sam freely played with her nipples.

“Ah!” Beatrice couldn’t resist.

The sensation that ran through her entire body was so foreign, yet it piqued her curiosity. It felt like a thrilling dream. Unfortunately, as soon as she opened her eyes, the sight that greeted her was the figure of a man playing with her breasts.

“Do you have to be woken up like this, Beatrice?” Sam said, releasing the suction at the tip of Beatrice’s nipple while his other hand gently squeezed.