Angel Dust Rule 34 Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Rule number one: You stay absolutely still as long as I am playing with you. Later when I fuck you, you are allowed to move and touch as you like" "Rule number two: You can't talk. You are allowed to make all the sounds of pleasure you like and you are allowed to say my name, but nothing else". He looked at her and she nodded to show that she got it. His hands were stroking her thighs slowly. "And rule number three: You are not allowed to cum unless I tell you to. Do you understand all the rules ? And you are allowed to answer my question". "Yes sir, I understand. I will do my very best". Amber just wanted him to fuck her, she couldn’t wait to feel that big hard cock inside her. To be his.

“No bringing up past… entanglements.” “Define entanglements.” “You know what I mean.” “So, no talking about James, any lady from your past, or the woman from the VIP suite?” His face tightened. “Exactly.” I smirked. “Fine. Then rule three: No unnecessary physical contact.” He raised an eyebrow. “Define unnecessary.” I held his gaze. “Any contact not in public or required for photos.” “So... if I wake up choking in my sleep, I can’t tap your shoulder for help?”

“Rule three: No behavior that draws attention.” “So basically… no fun?” I continued before my patience snapped. “Rule four—” She shot a hand in the air. “Wait. Skip to the juicy rule. The one where we’re not supposed to touch each other. That one.” I froze. My heartbeat tripped. My jaw tightened. “There is no such rule.” “Boring,” she said, leaning back like she owned the sun. I tried again. “Rule five: No flirting.” Her smirk exploded into a full grin. “Oops. Already broke that one.”

Second Rule: “This one is for the women of Luxford. Thou shall not flirt with Taylor West. Yes, he is charming. Yes, he is taken. No, you cannot have him. The last person who tried? Let’s just say she is no longer among us.” Charlie: “...” Inner Devil: ‘What?! Hahaha!’ Guardian Angel: ‘Technically, he’s not lying.’ Third Rule: “Thou shall not covet my daughter. She is already dating Taylor.” In their seats, Charlie and Taylor talked among themselves. “Well, at least these rules are in our favor,” Taylor remarked, and Charlie only chuckled. “Fourth rule!” Adrain resumed. “Thou shall not use my daughter’s name in vain. If I hear unnecessary gossip involving Charlie, the responsible parties wi

Darius’s lips twitched as though he wanted to challenge the rule, but he stayed silent. Rule number three: when I’m spending the weekend with one of you, the other must refrain from communicating with me until Monday. Any violation will result in a twenty-point deduction. Darius nodded thoughtfully, but Damon’s jaw tightened slightly, though he said nothing. Rule number four: no pretence. I want to see the real you—both your strengths and flaws. Pretending to be someone you’re not will reflect poorly in your score. She took a deep breath and delivered the final rule.

I purred. They sat down immediately, completely zeroed in on my entire look. The lust they were feeling was overwhelming, and that just spurred me on. The music I picked for tonight was a mix of slow and sensual. My aim was to torture them in the best way possible. “We have rules for this game. If you abide by the rules, you will love the prize even more than this. Rule one is that you do not touch me. You must observe self-control. Rule two is that you may ask for me to do something specific, but you can’t leave your chair. Rule three is that you enjoy it. Do we have a deal?”

"And read this. These are the rules of this house. We need to be clear on how this is going to work." I opened the folder. The list was short and typed in a plain font. 1. No talking about the past. Ever. 2. No touching in private. We are business partners. 3. When the cameras are on, you are the person I love most in the world. I read the third rule twice. It felt like a slap in the face. "The person you love most? Isn't that a bit much?"

“I’m listening.” “No, you’re not.” “I can do two things at once.” I lunged for the shirt. He moved it farther away. “You are forty kinds of annoying.” “Interesting number.” “Give it back.” “Rule one.” “Oh my God.” “No talking about Angelo.” I stopped reaching. That one I could accept. “Fine.” “Rule two. No talking about Damion.” “Definitely fine.” “Rule three. No investigating your mother.” That was harder. My gaze drifted toward my phone on the nightstand.

Now, only one silver tray. On it, a glass of orange juice and one lone folded card. Her stomach tightened. She sat down cautiously, shaking hands, and unfolded it. In Valerio's sharp, authoritative writing: > **Today's rules:** > 1. Wear the red lace beneath your dress. > 2. Speak only when addressed. > 3. Keep your eyes downcast if you lay eyes on me. > > Break one rule, and you'll pay. > > Good girls are rewarded, *angel.*

“Sleep. Tomorrow, Daria will show you the estate boundaries. Cross them, and I’ll assume you’re trying to escape.” “Rule four?” His lips twitched. “Rule four is: Don’t touch my things. That includes my books, my office, and my men.” He dropped his hand and left without another word. I touched the spot under my eye. My skin burned where he’d touched me. 364 days left. Rule one: Don’t fall in love with me. Rule two: Don’t lie. Rule three: No privacy. Rule four: Don’t touch his things. He’d given me four rules in one night. How many would he have by day 365?