Under Her Rules 소설 & 이야기

The adrenaline rush through her system of his dark expression towards her and she hoped she hadn’t gotten on his bad side already. “I never wanted to do this, but I guess I have to. I will be initiating some certain rules. Rules you have follow, and once erred earned you a punishment, one that won’t be nice at all. And the first rule is for you to learn how to OBEY ME!”

And she met me there, thighs falling apart, inviting me in. “You are unveliebale.” I mumbled, her smile shy but so enticing. I lean closer, her smell hitting my face as my lips slowly traced the curve of her breast. She let out a small sound, and slowly rolled onto her back. The movement allowed me to have better reach to not only her chest, but her pussy too.

She can't hold such power as a Lycan; she must just be a lucky one. “Listen!” I said, and she looked up immediately. “I make the rules here, and you are under my wing. I will crush you and trample over you because right now you are on my land. You are in my place, and I have every right to do to you what I deem fit!

She gets my personal brand of torture, long and slow and repeatedly. "Two rules." I palm her throat lightly. She's going to look me in the eyes, and she is going to fucking obey me for once. "You will do exactly as I say, with a 'yes, sir,' every. Fucking. Time. Understood?" Anna nods. I growl and tighten my grip until she gets it. When she does, she sucks in a breath and whispers, "Yes, sir." "Rule Number Two: you will only come when I tell you to. Not even a millisecond before. Understood?"

she spat, drawing laughter from her cohorts. I took deep breaths to calm my anger, not wanting to do something irrational. But when she didn't back down, I pushed her hard, and she fell to the ground. Her minions ran away, leaving only Mera. "Don't you ever try this nonsense with me!" I screamed at her in anger. "I may be a slave, but I'm not weak!"

"First, my rules. I run the company, and my father has graciously trusted me to do things my way. I have several rules that everyone is aware of, and you'll do well to remember them." Heat flushed her chest and raced up her neck at the condescension in his tone. She would have to suffer through lunch if he was going to put on his asshole cloak and be the man she expected he was. "Okay. Tell me the rules. I'm happy to be compliant if they don't impede on my morals." She gave him a sideways glance, hoping to convey that the 'no panty' rule didn't apply to her. He looked over at her as a lovely smile lifted his mouth again.

I said. She received it and opened it while I sat down on a couch watching her go through the papers. Earlier than I expected, her eyes were raised to mine. “In summary of your rules, you have one golden rule and four minor rules which are punishable if broken.” She Said. Again, I realized I liked how clear her voice sounded when she spoke boldly. “That’s correct.” I agreed tapping my chin thoughtfully. She looked down at the paper and continued reading out loud.

“Let's play with dolls! Daddy will be the prince, Mommy Kate will be the princess, and I will be the queen!” Caterina laughed. ”Wait, why do you get to be the queen?” “Because I want to be a leader, Daddy!” Shopia replied confidently. Luka raised his eyebrows. "Really?" He laughed at his daughter's ambition; even such a young child already wanted to rule the kingdom.

“I don't have to remind you to stay close to me, do I?” She shook her head. “You don't need rules, right? Rules are for disobedient girls. You’re my girl. And you’re obedient, aren't you?” She nodded. “Words, Summer,” I nearly snapped. “I need to hear you say it.” “I don’t need rules,” she started. “I’m your girl… your obedient girl.”

“That’s why I needed the rules. To keep myself out of trouble.” “Needed?” Her brows knit together. “You’re saying you don’t need them now?” I meet her eyes. “I’m saying they don’t fit anymore.” Her pulse jumps — I can see it in her throat. “So … new rules?” “Maybe. And one exception.” She turns away, cheeks burning. Flustered. Cute. Dangerous. She goes quiet again, chewing slowly, like she’s tasting more than pancakes. And for the first time, I wonder if she’s seeing past the bad-boy headlines — past the rules — and straight into the cracks underneath.