Under Her Rules Novels & Stories

she asks, using the baby voice she knows makes me madder than hell. “No, I don’t, and I need to focus on my shift. I can’t have any distractions.” It’s technically not a lie, and if there’s anything that will get her to shut up, it’s pack rules. Like Ryan, she’s a stickler for them. She falters for a second, considering what I’ve said, then shrugs. “You don’t really have a leg to stand on when it comes to lecturing other people about following the rules though, do you?” She says this with a wicked smile.

I thought she would let it go, but apparently she is more upset than I thought she would be. "New rules?" She asked then tipped her head back to let out a laugh. "There is no such thing as new rules. The kingdom was doing just fine with the old laws l. No change was needed. I mean, look at what happened because you wanted to change the rules. Viper and I were doing just fine..." "Is that so?" I cut her off, my anger overpowering my exhaustion. "That's quite surprising, coming from you. In what ways have you followed the old rules? In what ways?"

She was still standing, still trembling, still pretending she had all the control in the world. “But first,” I added, my voice dropping just enough, “I have a question about one of your rules.” Her brows drew together, suspicion shading her tone. “Which one?” “The Venus rule,” I said evenly. “You said you don’t care if I fuck her, but you’d still walk away if she disrespected you.” I tilted my head, watching the flicker of confusion and hopefully jealousy cross her face. “Tell me, princess,” I murmured, a faint curl tugging at my lips, “what makes you think I would fuck Venus?”

"I hate being watched all the time. I cannot live like this, Dominic." "You will live like this and you will obey me," he said. His voice was rough now. "I did not ask you to get pregnant. This is the consequence of your choices. Now you have to follow my rules. You will not leave the property without John. You will not talk to anyone about the baby or the new security. You will stay quiet and you will stay safe." He took another step and closed the distance between us completely. I was pressed against his chest now. The anger in my body was still raging, but the fear of his control was starting to overwhelm me.

Still, I felt very happy right now, and I no longer cared about anything else, not even Rocco or Emilia. I heard how miserable life was for them. Rocco ended up dying alone in a rented place, still clutching a photo of me. As for Emilia, she was found dead on a street filled with other homeless people, having overdosed on drugs. The two of them were just obstacles in this game of life. If they wanted to play with me, they should've considered whether or not they could keep up with me in the first place. After all, I was the real queen in this game and in life.

he snapped, frustration leaking through. “I can,” she said, steady now. “And you know I can, Ayman.” Until now, she had intended to speak with him about leadership. About stepping aside. About giving him the crown. She hadn’t wanted to rule. Only to protect her son. But this? This plan — this cruelty — could only be undone by someone more powerful than him. And now she had to be that someone. For Aabroo. Ayman looked at her, a storm swirling in his gaze. But he knew. He couldn’t act now. Not without going through her.

I tried not to sound harsh, but I wouldn’t hesitate to be mean if today was one of those days she decides to be a pain in the ass. She shrugged and glanced at the mirror. “I just came to remind you how things work around here since it seems you've forgotten.” My eyebrows raised. What the hell was she talking about? As far as I remembered, the only rules here were the ones Josh made, and I definitely hadn’t forgotten about those. And I also knew that wasn’t the rule she was referring to. “What do you mean?” She folded her arms across her chest and replied, “What I mean is that you shouldn’t forget who runs things around here.”

When I pulled them free, I stepped back, leaving her skirt hiked up, panties ruined, chest heaving. “You don’t get to come until I say so,” I told her coldly. “Not until you fix what you broke. Not until you admit that you belong to me now — your mouth, your pussy, your career. All of it.” Zira straightened her clothes with shaking hands, but her green eyes burned with defiance. “You think you can control me?” “No, Professor.” I leaned in one last time, lips brushing her ear. “I think you’re going to beg me to.”

She would not settle for less than everything she deserved. She walked slowly toward me, her gaze clear and sharp, seeing every part of me as if she could look straight through skin and bone and into every mistake I had ever made. “Here are the rules,” she said, her voice calm and absolute. “You will move into this house — not me into yours. This is Romano ground. You will follow my rules here. You will not command me. You will not order me. You will not speak to me as if I am something you own.”

I wanted her attention, her smile, her affection. I wanted all of her. Her coming to spend the summer with me had made me realize just how much I had been denying. I loved her. And that scared me. It was wrong to love her. At least, that was what I kept telling myself. But I couldn't help myself anymore. I plan on implementing a new rule, now that she is mine she has to abide by my rules. I have every right to her body. Mine to claim, mine to ruin. Rules, I know she would love eventually.