Utahime Rule 34 Mga Nobela at Kwento

"No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office." "Agreed." "And if this starts affecting my job or your relationship with Anthony, we stop." I do not like that rule, but I understand it. "Agreed." "And Richard? I won't be your dirty secret. If this becomes something real, something serious, eventually we go public. I won't hide forever." "Deal." She smiles, and it transforms her entire face. "Then we have an agreement, Mister Westwood." I pull her against me, feeling her body melt into mine. "We do, Miss Hart."

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

I looked across the entire room. “And one more thing. Everyone standing here tonight, remember this. The Leon family can replace a district boss. It can replace drivers, lawyers, mistresses, accountants, and even the groom at a wedding. But the rules do not change. Anyone who tries to use this family as a ladder to climb up the ranks, I’ll break their legs.” This time, every single person lowered their head. I knew this fight was far from over. The real retaliation would begin tomorrow. However, I had been waiting for this day for far too long.

I don't stop; I just run. RULES LEFT UNBROKEN; 1) no sex 4) one on one; no introducing friends 5) 1 year max 6) one date per week each 9) the unsuccessful mate loses bond but no falling out between family members 10) no boasting, bribing or blackmailing.

Butterflies quickly filled my stomach at the way my name sounds so adorable when coming out of his alluring lips. “There are 3 major rules I will be needing you to follow, Mate.” he ordered. Is it just me but the way he added the word ‘mate’ seems like, if I dared go against his so-called rules- I’m sure dead? “Rule one- Never on any circumstances leave this mansion without my consent. Rule two- Never show or give what’s rightfully mine to another man if not you are only digging his grave. Rule three- Never try to take advantage of the fact that you are my mate and do something you know, I know, we both know I detest, Mate.”

I let go of Camila's boobs and grabbed Vivian’s hands. “I have three rules that you must follow, there will be punishment every time you break a rule”. I move my fingers in circles on Vivian’s palm. “Rule one, you are not allowed to touch me unless I permit it” “Rule two, you must obey my every command” I ran a finger over Camila’s face and stopped at her slightly parted lips, then slowly slid it in. “And rule three, I will take you anytime and anywhere I please, you are not allowed to refuse”

“That’s rule one.” “What’s rule two?” she asks. “Rule two is I will take care of you. No matter what,” I tell her. “That’s not a rule,” she says as I slide my fingers up her thigh. I feel the heat of her legs, the heat from her pussy radiating through her underwear the closer I get. Her arousal hits me like a perfume, causing my cock to twitch beneath my jeans. “Rule number three,” I say, wrapping my fingers into the sides of her panties. “You will come when I tell you to.”

“Classic Mom.” “You’re twenty, Ivy,” she said tightly. “You’re not cute. You’re not interesting. You’re a liability.” “Wow,” I said. “Touching.” “If you want to stay in this house, there will be rules.” “Oh, I can’t wait.” Her eyes sharpened. “Don’t bring boys here. Don’t sneak out. No parties. No mess. No drama.” “So I should probably stop talking to you?” “I swear to God—” “I’m joking,” I said, tossing my keys into the glass bowl on the console. “Mostly.”

Vivian stared at me, stunned, before collapsing into uncontrollable sobs. "I... I just gave in to temptation! Please help me pay the taxes my company owes—or I'll go to prison. If you help me, I'll come home and be a full-time wife. I'll take good care of you, and we can have another child..." I couldn't listen anymore. I stood up and stepped away from her. "This house is my premarital property. Move out immediately, or I'll have your things thrown out on the street." Why would I want a full-time wife who cheats on me and tries to trap me with another man's child?

“Three orgasms. Under ten minutes. You win, two weeks. I win, the watch, the video deleted, and your secret.” “Good.” Something moves in his expression. “One more rule.” “What?” “You’re not allowed to touch yourself. Not allowed to help. Just me.” His thumb brushes my bottom lip and my mouth parts before I can stop it. “My hands. My rules.” “Fine.” “And if you try to fake it—” “I won’t fake it.” “Good.” His eyes hold mine. “Because I’ll know. I know the difference between you pretending and you actually falling apart for me.”