UNDER HIS RULES

The only thing Beatrice really enjoyed in Sam’s room was soaking in the tub. She filled the large bathtub with some water and bubbles. She would immerse herself up to her neck and could spend one to two hours just bathing. After that, she would help Ute or have a casual conversation with Anne in one corner of Sam’s room.

However, when the owner returned, Beatrice didn’t dare to get back in the bathtub. Although she really wanted to soak and get rid of the nervousness she had been feeling. Thinking about what if Sam broke in through this door and… no, no. Beatrice shouldn’t think about other bad things. She wanted to bathe without disturbance and without fear.

She washed her hands several times, trying to clean the remnants of their activities that still lingered in Beatrice’s mind. Even though, if examined closely, her hands were already clean and fragrant. There was no longer Sam’s distinctive aroma there. But…

“Don’t tremble, Beatrice,” Sam said with a sly grin. “Only like this, I’m sure you can.”

“But…” Beatrice stared in disbelief at what she was facing now. Sam really lowered his pants and made Beatrice’s palm touch what she shouldn’t have touched yet. “N-no, I don’t want to!”

“Don’t resist,” Sam warned. Once again, he guided her hand as smooth as silk to touch his own.

The previous words forced Beatrice to tightly shut her eyes. An unfamiliar sensation crept through every nerve in her hand. Not to mention when there was a drop of moisture there. Beatrice wanted to firmly refuse all of Sam’s coercion, but…

“Take it slow.”

Instinctively, she loosened her grip.

“There you go!” Sam exclaimed. “Continue.”

Oh God!

Sam deserved to be called a scoundrel with a perverted mind.

All of that was nothing compared to when the man above Beatrice reached his climax. The fluid filled Beatrice’s hand. She immediately pushed Sam away, who was laughing at her.

“Don’t you want a turn?” Sam asked, still audible to Beatrice.

Before the girl entered the toilet, she shouted. “You’re crazy!”

“Sam is insane!” Beatrice cursed under the downpour of the deliberately strong shower. “Sam is crazy!” Once again, she pressed the soap next to her. She washed her hands again, which were starting to wrinkle from repeatedly rubbing them earlier.

“Argh! Damn!”

The pounding sound on the door startled Beatrice. Her heart almost leapt out of her chest. She stood frozen in place, letting the shower rain down on part of her body.

“The one you’re cursing is right here, Beatrice,” Sam said with a hearty laugh. “You… can’t even imagine wanting to play with my toy again, can you?”

“You’re insane!”

Sam laughed even louder. But it didn’t take long before the door was knocked on again. This time, much harder than before. “You’ve been in the bathroom for forty-five minutes. Get out now.”

“You should get out.”

“This is my room in case you’ve forgotten.”

Beatrice grumbled in frustration. She immediately returned the shower lever to its original position.

“Hurry up. I want to shower too.”

Beatrice chose to grab her towel only.

“Oh… you’re not answering? Or are you deliberately allowing me to break down this door? Shower together?”

The door was promptly opened by Beatrice. The girl’s eyes stared at Sam with an irritated look. She was dressed although her hair wasn’t fully dry yet.

“Yes, boss,” Beatrice said softly.

Those words made Sam furrow his brow, but he chuckled afterward. Before the girl could truly leave his presence, Sam grabbed her, causing Beatrice to almost lose her balance. Her glaring eyes were ignored. Instead, Sam cornered Beatrice with a slight force.

“What did you call me earlier?”

Beatrice blinked slowly. She forgot that no matter how angry she was, she should have been able to control herself from pouring it out directly in front of Sam. This man was the strongest male lion. Wherever his weak spot was found, she would obediently bow down. But when his cruelty and wickedness arose, there was no doubt there to hurt and destroy.

“B-boss,” Beatrice whispered with a trembling voice. Even though a little bit of fear, intimidation, trembling due to Sam’s previous actions, and uneasiness because of Sam’s presence around Beatrice could already be overcome. Beatrice could even curse Sam without hesitation.

“I don’t like it,” Sam said in a half-whisper. “That’s the term for my subordinates.” He then pulled Beatrice’s earlobe using his mouth, sucking on it with an incredibly gentle motion. It caused a strange tingling sensation that immediately made Beatrice’s hair stand on end. Not to mention Sam’s breath that now traced her nape. “Call me….” Satisfied with playing with Beatrice’s earlobe, Sam landed a kiss right on Beatrice’s nape. Several times he placed it there until slowly, the tip of his tongue played around the area he had kissed before.

Beatrice couldn’t resist at all. Her body was restrained by Sam’s hands, which she couldn’t just release. Because of Sam’s actions as well, her breathing became more and more irregular. Her heart was pounding loudly. Especially when Sam started descending from her nape to the area around her pelvic bone. Beatrice was made to shudder even more by Sam’s actions.

“Call me,” Sam looked up only through his gaze. He really wanted to capture Beatrice’s response to his actions. Playing with Beatrice like this had been a pleasure he had desired for the past few days. Making the girl shift in fear also became a personal mood booster amidst the pressures of the Southern Region he was currently dealing with.

The tips of his fingers undid two buttons on the girl’s shirt. The scent of the soap that Beatrice was wearing immediately filled Sam’s senses.

Fragrant. He murmured to himself.

The part that was still covered by the sheet began to reveal its appearance. Pure white, just like Beatrice’s skin. One thing was different. It was the mark that Sam made for the girl.

“What should I call you?” Beatrice asked, trembling. Once again, fear started to creep in. And… something felt very strange, especially when the tip of Sam’s tongue began to explore her cleavage. Instead of enjoying what Sam was doing, it was better to divert with another question.

“Samuel,” Sam replied quickly. “And don’t bother me like this.”

Beatrice held her breath as she felt a strong suction on her chest. Her hands clenched tightly. She bit her lip to hold back a moan that for some reason she wanted to release.

“Call me correctly, Beatrice,” Sam said, glancing at Beatrice briefly. He could feel how he accelerated the girl’s heartbeat with just his touch. “Or… should I expose myself? Take another shower with me?”

Immediately, Beatrice shook her head and said, “Sa-Samuel.”

“Ah.” Sam stopped his movements. “But there’s one more.”

The girl looked at Sam with a mixed expression. Her feelings were unsettled now; between annoyance and… enjoyment? Damn it, Sam! No. Beatrice didn’t enjoy it at all. She was forced.

Right?

Sam’s pleasure had to be interrupted upon hearing the forcefully banged door and the quite hysterical shout from a voice that Sam recognized. Oh… Beatrice also recognized the suddenly louder voice from over there.

“Open the door!”

“You’re not allowed to disturb the boss,” one of the guards said.

“Open it, I said!” Bella glared fiercely. Her hand was ready to strike one of Sam’s subordinates. She knew them and sometimes spoke, even if it was just small talk.

In this house, Anabella Jovanka felt empowered. She didn’t need support from anyone else because she felt Sam by her side. Sam needed her. Sam liked her.

She was the first-person Sam met.

She had been in that position for three years and treated like that. No matter how many new women entered Sam’s life, Bella was always confident that the ruler of the Twin Dragon clan would come back to her.

“It can’t be.”

“Open it!”

Beatrice took advantage of the commotion very well. She quickly freed herself, buttoning up the buttons that Sam had unbuttoned without her permission. She grumbled softly and said, “Someone’s looking for you. I… I’ll just go to Ute’s.”

“Stay here,” Sam ordered firmly. “Never have the intention to leave this room without my permission.”

Bella’s voice was heard again.

“You take care of your girlfriend first. I’ll help Ute.”

Sam sighed. He held back his anger that suddenly made his head spin. “What are you going to do with Ute?”

Beatrice was confused. What would she do next? “Um… I’ll be there.”

“Sam! Open the door!”

“You bastard!” Sam cursed. “Open the door, Pong,” Sam ordered, and the sound of the door handle being pulled slightly could be heard.

A woman who had been shouting like a mad person appeared there. Half running, she approached Sam. She hugged him tightly like a koala baby. Sam even took a step back because of Bella’s recent actions.

“Sam,” Bella whined playfully. “Missed you.”

“Step aside,” Sam said, trying to free himself.

But Bella held onto him tighter. It didn’t matter if Sam had been paying attention to her since earlier. Opportunities don’t come twice, right? Beatrice took full advantage of this. She escaped. She didn’t care what Sam would do with Bella. In fact, this might be one of her best prayers.

Meanwhile, Bella grinned with satisfaction. It’s good that the girl knew her place. She would leave without needing to be chased away. This was Sam’s room. The room they should occupy together, sharing hot nights and lots of laughter. She wouldn’t allow anyone else to be near Sam except herself.

Only she was loyal to Sam.

“Where were you?” Bella asked in the most seductive tone possible. Her movements also started to tempt Sam there. She knew that this man needed to be comforted with passionate activities. Stimulating every nerve in his body. She used her slender, red-painted fingers to caress Sam’s chest carefully.

“Stop,” Sam commanded firmly. He held her hand firmly enough. “I don’t want you touching me.”

Bella looked surprised. “Sam?”

“You’re disturbing me.” Sam spoke as quietly as possible, but truly, the intimidation in this room changed. It was as if a very cold wind had taken over this quite spacious room. Although the morning sunlight that entered provided a bit of warmth, the words he just uttered made the atmosphere different.

“Leave,” Sam said without reducing the intensity of his voice.

He tried hard not to use violence in front of Bella. After all, there were many things Sam had to remember about Bella’s kindness in his life.

“No. I won’t leave!” Bella said loudly. “I came here because of you, Sam!”

They locked eyes for a while, but Sam was the first to break their gaze. He chose to leave and let Bella do whatever she wanted in this room. He didn’t care.

His steps paused when he heard Bella say, “Don’t forget, Sam, you owe me your life.”

Sam would never forget that moment.

Before Sam could respond to Bella’s statement, Hugo approached him. “Boss, Lieutenant Colonel Ferdinand is waiting for you.”

Sam furrowed his brow. “Ferdi? Here?”

“Yes, Boss. I think it’s really urgent. He also mentioned something about 303 C.”