Three Simple Rules Nikki Sloane Novelas e Histórias

She was still standing there, naked and beautiful, but the look in her eyes was cold and serious. "What’s this?" I asked, my voice regaining. "Rules," she said, her voice sharp as a blade. "The Golden Rules for the weekend." She stepped closer, her bare chest almost touching my shirt, her scent filling my lungs. But she wasn't being seductive. She was acting boss. I opened. The book, and the first thing I saw was… Rule No 5 : Bath time will be done together. What the fuck?

This was my Plan B. I told Tina, "The rules for being a slave are simple, but like the rules of chess the implications are not. The first rule is that you must obey my every command without hesitation. The second rule is that you must never wear underwear unless I specifically tell you to. The third rule is that you must never allow yourself to orgasm unless I give you permission. The fourth and last rule is that you must always refer to me as 'Master' or 'Sir'. For the next two weeks you will follow these rules. All violations will be met with punishment." "I understand, Sir," Tina replied.

His jaw tightened, not with judgment but with understanding. That was the moment I realized the second rule wasn’t broken by accident. He’d been aiming for it from the start. The Third Rule Trembles Rule three was the most sacred: No falling in love. It was written in ink, underlined twice, like we could actually control it. The night it started to crumble, the rain had been falling for hours, tracing frantic rivers down the windows of his penthouse. We were supposed to be going over the final revisions, but the power went out plunging us into a silence so thick I could hear my own heartbeat.

I say finishing reading everything, it's not the worse out there. "Ready for our rules?" he says and I nod, but he raises a brow at me and I remember to talk. "Sure," I assure him. Nickolai's Rules: *Always use verbal answers. *Always call me daddy. *Don't hide anything from me no matter how insane or intimate it might be. *Always give me good morning, and good night kisses. *Do your school work, which includes any kind of task they give you, no matter how embarrassing or silly you might think they are.

A tiny piece of me had somewhat doubted him, wondering if he’d back out. But from the look of things, he’s pretty serious. The phone lights up and immediately, it rings. It’s a private number. I hesitate for a moment, then answer and lift it to my ear. Nico’s voice fills my ear, deep and sharp, and dangerous enough to steal air. “There are three important rules you need to know before we continue, Mrs. Mancini.” He pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in. I hold my breath as the silence stretches. Unlike Alessandro’s sadistic rules that make me want to scream, Nico’s rules make my thighs clench in anticipation.

●Rule Seven:Never leave the estate without a security detail. ●Rule Eight:Do not trust anyone completely. ●Rule Nine:If danger arises, obey my orders immediately. She flipped to the last page, where a single line sat isolated at the bottom. ●Rule Ten:Never fall in love with me. Lorrie blinked. Then, a laugh escaped her lips. A real, genuine laugh. Lorenzo’s brows knitted together. "What's funny?"

All I knew was how to make a woman do anything I wanted, anytime I wanted it. “You’re a hilarious mess, you know that?” Dylan slapped my back as he laughed. “Okay. Okay. Listen to me. What else did you talk about after she told you she chose you? Don’t tell me you just fucked her right away?” Guilty. “No. We actually managed to reach rule number 3 before we fucked.” I smiled sheepishly. Dylan’s eyebrows raised. “What? What rules?” “After she chose me, we kissed and she told me the first rule which was basically the past is in the past. No fighting about it.”

Jasmine swiftly answers, her eyes now locked on the stage. “What rules?" Clara asked, still confused, and Jasmine hummed. “The three sacred rules for slaves are; one, to never steal from their masters or try to harm them. Two, never try to escape and lastly, never get yourself marked. Once any one of these rules is broken, death would be inevitable," she answers. “And what do you think is her offense?" I asked, my jaws clenched tight, the same as my fists. She was about to answer when Zane's voice cut through the air.

By nightfall, I was standing in a room full of male models, facing a woman with a sharp waist and an even sharper attitude. "I'll buy your company for twenty thousand—but you spend the night with me. If I'm satisfied, I'll sign," she said. I let out a bitter, disbelieving laugh. Even if Vivian's company went bankrupt tomorrow, it still took me three years to build. It was worth over ten million. And now she wanted me to sell it for twenty grand—and pay for the privilege? The insult stung. I snorted and turned to leave, but Lesley shoved the door open and blocked my path.

I swear sometimes being best friends with River is like having a whole second mom who sees everything. “Rule number one, be nice to everyone. This includes the staff, no one is below you. Rule two, if you have a need, simply ask. Rule number three, there will be no sex or sexual contact. This is to ensure every female has a fair chance at winning over the alpha without trying to bribe him with your body.” River snorts, “what if rule number two negates rule number three?”