UNDER HIS RULES

The headquarters of the Twin Dragons. It was a place that Beatrice still had fond memories of; it was not easy for her to forget the four-story house that was now a show of luxury. There were many of Beatrice’s touches there. Did Samuel protest? Not at all. Samuel felt that what Beatrice had changed in the Twin Dragons headquarters made the whitewashed place even warmer.

Many of Samuel’s men still walk back and forth as if it were a place they considered ‘home’. There were also many meetings with clients and famous businessmen in the northern and southern regions who met with Samuel to discuss business. Beatrice occasionally accompanied Samuel Aadrich, not as his wife, but as a Quassano. Either way, Beatrice had a large hand in determining the economic direction of the two major regions.

This morning was peaceful as usual. Beatrice planned a short vacation in the middle of her busy schedule. She agreed with Samuel about her grandfather. He was a very talkative old man. The question of when her great-grandson would be born gave Beatrice a headache. She still didn’t want to deal with a baby. Just taking care of Quassano’s headquarters made her dizzy. What if there had to be a baby?

No. Oh my God! Beatrice wasn’t putting off having a child. But perhaps God knows best why she still hasn’t been entrusted with a baby. Since she married Samuel two years ago, he has been like a big baby. Spoiled and unable to do anything on his own. Intentionally or not, Beatrice couldn’t help but protest.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

After a refreshing bath, Beatrice and Samuel returned to their room. The air in the room was warm and fragrant, and the soft light from the bed lamp added to the romantic atmosphere. Beatrice sat on the side of the bed, gently massaging her wet hair.

Samuel took the towel from her shoulder and gently dried Beatrice’s hair. Every movement of the towel in her hair made Beatrice feel comfortable, as if there was a magical touch that made her feel calm. She closed her eyes and enjoyed her husband’s gentle touch.

After he finished drying Beatrice’s hair, Samuel gently put down the towel and looked lovingly into her eyes. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured in a low voice. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

Beatrice’s face flushed at the compliment and she smiled shyly. She took Samuel’s hand and whispered, “And I’m so lucky to have you for a husband.”

They sat side by side on the side of the bed, facing each other. In the comforting silence, Beatrice felt her heart pound, eager to see what would happen next. Samuel gently cupped her face and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and finally her lips. The kiss was full of affection and tenderness, and Beatrice felt like she was floating on a cloud.

When they stopped kissing, Beatrice looked warmly into Samuel’s eyes. “I love you,” she whispered hoarsely.

Samuel smiled softly. “And I love you more than anything, my love.” He deepened the kiss. His wife never refused his touch.

Samuel smiled softly. “And I love you more than anything, darling.” The man deepened the kiss. His wife never refused his touch.

“If we keep this up, we’ll be late for METROPOLIS,” Samuel said, releasing their embrace slightly. He paused where Beatrice filled her lungs as much as possible. He stroked the corner of Beatrice’s lips with the tip of his thumb, moving very slowly. Afraid that her movements might also hurt Beatrice, who, she knew, had swollen lips from her actions.

The lipstick Beatrice had worn earlier had already begun to fade a bit. It must also have partly stuck to her lips. But it never mattered. It was never boring for Samuel to greet each other’s lips. Besides the softness they created, he also loved the answers Beatrice gave him.

She quickly learned to keep up with him, who loved a gentle touch full of feeling. But sometimes he needed something a little wilder and more adrenaline-pumping. It’s just that he hasn’t found the trigger that would make him show his wildest side. Every man has his own fantasy about his relationship with his partner. Samuel’s fantasy for Beatrice is fulfilled because Beatrice is now his wife.

Meanwhile, Beatrice seemed to close her eyes at Samuel’s touch. Was it because his movements were deliberately slowed, or was it because of her closeness? Either way, the touch made Beatrice gasp slightly. Until, without her noticing, Samuel’s thumb tip opened the corners of her lips again. Blushing. With a breath that was certainly out of breath.

And again she received a greeting from Samuel through her lips. He closed the lips that he had opened before very slowly, as if he was afraid that his actions would hurt them during the greeting. It was clear that Beatrice loved every time Samuel kissed her without pause. Also…

“Sam,” she hissed softly. Samuel’s fingers casually rubbed Beatrice’s back while the other was used to keep her body from falling. If the motion of the rubbing was the same as her mother’s soothing her at night, it would do nothing to her bloodstream.

This?

God! With his fingertips, Samuel traced almost the entire surface of Beatrice’s back. Every now and then, he received a slow, fading movement. The white chiffon blouse with a small floral pattern that she had chosen made her skin crawl when Samuel touched her back. As if her husband had done it on purpose, it made her gasp even more.

It also made her straighten her back. Half frustrated, she looked at Samuel who was grinning with satisfaction.

“Why?” Samuel asked guiltlessly. He also deliberately used his other palm to press Beatrice’s buttocks into his lap. “I’m looking for the opening latch, you know, here.”

Beatrice closed her eyes again. “You know, but pretend you don’t, Sam?”

Samuel just chuckled at Beatrice’s words. He had let go of the kiss for a moment. He moved closer to her position on the edge of the bed. Where Samuel’s hands began to roam to find the hem of the red dress that Beatrice was wearing. This outfit that Beatrice wore always managed to make Samuel giggle.

This morning, there was no hint of sexiness in Beatrice’s appearance. Instead, she was sweet and adorable. But why did it cause Samuel to immediately bow down, huh? Is it because his wife is provoking him? Casually asking him to undress? Then unceremoniously giving her a super-soft caress with her delicate fingers?

God!

Beatrice was an incredible temptation for Samuel. At the slightest provocation, the woman did not hesitate to bare her fangs. It was a bit of a shock, but Samuel didn’t care. It was even more fun because Beatrice never hid her feelings. When she wanted them to be closer than just a hug, Beatrice didn’t hesitate to make Samuel do what she wanted. Including his conversation when he woke up this morning. Even though he was rejected, but now that his wife is throwing herself at him?

Can Samuel fend her off?

Well, no, Samuel becomes more and more attached to Beatrice. An activity that both he and his wife enjoy, so why is it rejected?

Beatrice’s dress has fallen off. The upper part of her body seems to meet Samuel’s eyes this time. Although she was still wearing a camisole as a layer, Samuel immediately found a sexy impression there. His wife’s chest was swollen and very challenging for him to explore. Beatrice’s white skin had always wanted Samuel to give it his own color, where this time his work was gone.

The scent of the perfume Beatrice wore this morning also added to Samuel’s desire to get Beatrice undressed as soon as possible. Sweet, soft, but addictive as Samuel sniffed it greedily. Not to mention the scent of the shampoo Beatrice wore. Although the hair was artificially dyed blonde, Samuel always felt the softness in every strand.

His wife really did take care of herself.

Seeing Samuel’s eyes flicker up and down her chest, Beatrice grinned. She began to use her fingertips as a new game. Starting from Samuel’s jaw, she traced them very slowly. The movements were steady and well spaced. Occasionally she made circular motions, just like Samuel had done earlier.

“To METROPOLIS, we’ll postpone it,” Beatrice whispered directly into Samuel’s ear. “I seem to have something to do first.”

Samuel smiled slightly. “They can wait.”

“A little late is fine, Sam.” Beatrice stared at Samuel without interruption, her husband also unwilling to take his eyes off anything but Beatrice. “Your body is very tempting, though.”

The fingertips began to move down, touching Samuel’s neck where the Adam’s apple slowly rose and fell, then trailed down his collarbone in the same motion. He returned everything Samuel had done to his back. His eyes were no longer on Samuel, but following the movement of his fingertips. Moving around her husband’s chest, playing with the tip of her husband’s chest again and again until the fingertips reached the area of his stomach.

Like a dancer on her dance floor, Beatrice’s fingertips gave Samuel a seductive touch. Beatrice could hear Samuel growl several times at his wife’s actions.

Before his mind was exhausted by Beatrice’s actions, Samuel said, “But you’re on top, yes. Like now.”

Beatrice finally looked up. Smiling very slightly, she cupped Samuel’s face. She ended the touch just like that. “Does it hurt when I’m on top?” she asked just above Samuel’s lips.

Instead of answering, Samuel immediately planted a kiss that was demanding this time. It was different from the kiss Samuel had placed on Beatrice’s lips earlier. Samuel also held back so that Beatrice would not rush to release their embrace. He could sense that Beatrice was a little overwhelmed, but he didn’t care. It was nothing. The touch of Beatrice’s fingers really confused Samuel.