UNDER HIS RULES

Beatrice didn’t expect her wish to be granted by Sam. Although they weren’t on the coral island that she had heard about from the fishermen around the resort, this seemed much more beautiful. After a nearly one-hour journey in the unique car, they arrived at a peaceful coastline.

The black-haired girl was surprised by where Sam got this versatile car. How could it not be? It had everything, from a bed and toilet to a cooking area and neatly arranged wardrobe. Ute said she had stocked plenty of food that Sam liked. Beatrice just needed to warm it up.

The black-haired girl was clearly confused. What was Sam planning to do, actually?

But Sam? As usual, he never wanted to speak openly unless he was telling Beatrice to get in quickly. Three other accompanying cars followed at a safe distance. Well, instead of Beatrice getting overwhelmed by unanswered questions from Sam, it was better for her to enjoy the quite exciting journey.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?”

Beatrice, who had run a little towards the shoreline since getting out of the car, turned around to find that Sam had caught up with her. “Yes, it’s nice. I like it.”

“I didn’t ask if you like it or not.”

Obviously, the smile that Beatrice had disappeared. “Just ruining the atmosphere.”

“Do you know what I want?” Sam slightly lowered his head, speaking right in front of Beatrice’s face. The girl blinked in surprise and confusion.

“W-what do you want, Sam?”

Sam grinned slightly. “I want your smile.”

Involuntarily, Beatrice’s eyes rolled with weariness. “Are you really completely healed, big brother?” She hadn’t forgotten about the fresh wound that Sam had just received. Even though he was wearing a cream polo shirt and black jeans, Beatrice still knew which parts of Sam’s body were still causing him pain. Slowly, her fingers touched Sam’s chest. “Let me change the bandage again, okay?”

“Later,” Sam muttered softly. “Every time you change the bandage, my mind wanders all over the place.”

A crease formed on Beatrice’s forehead uncontrollably.

“Your fingers feel so gentle against my skin.” Sam tightly held Beatrice’s hand, even though it was still placed on his chest. “That’s why I can’t concentrate when you’re near me.”

“I feel like a nuisance,” Beatrice whispered sadly. “Even though my intentions were truly sincere to help you recover quickly. Eat regularly. Get enough rest. Yet, you insist on not taking it too-”

“Noisy,” Sam quickly interjected, silencing Beatrice with a long kiss. He didn’t give her a chance to even catch her breath. Didn’t the owner of those lips know that Sam had been restraining himself for the past few days? He couldn’t sleep together with her because he knew that being close to Beatrice could awaken his other side.

It had been almost three days since his return from the hospital, and he had been trying his best to control his other self. Unfortunately, Beatrice seemed to be deliberately tempting him. Ah… no. Where did this temptation from Beatrice come from when she took good care of him? Every time she changed his bandages or treated his wounds, Beatrice focused intently. She prepared many things for Sam without being asked.

Sam himself was already tempted.

So, when he was feeling much better, he needed to be with Beatrice. Only Beatrice. To enjoy a few days on the beach he knew rarely visited by others. It was a private place, and this time, because of his arrival, no one would dare to approach. He had instructed his men to clear the area on this beach.

The kiss turned into a strong suction. Although a bit rough, Sam knew that Beatrice responded just as passionately. Previously, he could still remember the awkwardness that she had. However, what Beatrice did now awaken the silent side of Sam. But Sam liked it. In fact, he felt addicted. Truly.

He wanted to keep trying, again and again, without finding any boredom.

“Sam,” Beatrice gasped right above Sam’s lips. “I can’t breathe.”

Sam could feel her breath being labored. They were competing for air around them. What Sam did now was to hold her tightly. Very tightly. “Listen, is my chest still hurting?”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Not at all,” Beatrice chuckled, accepting the embrace wholeheartedly. She responded just as tightly as Sam did to her. “I’m glad that you’re feeling much better now, big brother.”

Sam lovingly stroked Beatrice’s long hair.

“Thank you for coming back,” Beatrice whispered, causing Sam to stiffen for a moment.

“Are you really worried about me?”

He momentarily loosened the embrace. Beatrice looked up at him with a slightly annoyed smirk. Didn’t Sam know how her night was without any news from him? It wasn’t just his voice she needed. But the knowledge that he was fine.

There were so many things she wanted to express. But seeing Sam’s face now, she changed her mind. Instead, her tears started to flow. Maybe because her suffocating feeling seemed like a game to Sam?

“Why are you crying?” Sam wiped away her tears. “Just say what’s in your heart. I’m listening.”

“What I’ll say will sound like a possessive lover. I don’t want that. After all, I’m just your woman, right? Nobody special. Someone who, once you get bored, can be replaced by someone else. Maybe not now, but there will come a day when you’ll definitely discard me. So, I don’t want to talk much about the worries I have.”

Sam blinked slowly. “Did I say I wanted to replace you?”

Beatrice pouted, quickly wiping away her tears. She cursed herself for speaking out of turn. Regretting every word that Sam had already heard. What had been said couldn’t be taken back, right?

“Then you’re the one who doesn’t understand what I meant about the tattoo,” she said.

The girl still refused to look at Sam.

“You,” Sam warned.

Beatrice couldn’t resist obeying Sam. So now she slowly looked up at him. Sam’s fingers caressed Beatrice’s damp cheeks. He tidied up her hair that was being blown by the wind.

“Never have thoughts like earlier again. Understand?”

What could Beatrice do but obediently nod?

Meanwhile, in an area higher than where Beatrice and Sam were together, Hugo stood guard with a few other men.

“That bastard doesn’t think before punishing me! How am I supposed to constantly see them together in the next few days?” he complained.

Naturally, his other men found his complaint amusing.

“How long are we going to stay here, Boss Hugo?” one of them asked.

“How should I know!” He used his telescope again to survey the surroundings. Hugo didn’t want any opposition, especially from Gerald, who had suddenly arrived. Even though this wasn’t an easily accessible place, as the beautiful beach was heavily guarded from both the north and south sides, there were still gaps for an attack, right?

“Yes!” Beatrice snapped.