Under His Rules

Sam grinned. He took another drag of his cigarette, smoke billowing high. He moistened his blackened lips with the thick liquid available next to him, skipping the glass and going straight from the dark bottle that contained several types.

"Giving up, huh, sweetheart?"

"You bastard!"

The man laughed loudly. "Your sweet foul mouth is so clever." He stood up. He casually tossed away the remaining cigarette. The room was stuffy, and the lighting was dim, but he could clearly see how beautiful the girl in front of him was.

His hidden desires ignited and rose uncontrollably.

Since the first time Sam saw her, he knew that sooner or later, this girl, bound and kneeling, would be his.

Only his.

He knelt to bring himself to the same level as the girl. He forced her to look at him. He firmly grasped her face, which turned out to be incredibly smooth against the surface of his hands. It was her eyes that were dangerous. Black, intense, shining brightly with passion, yet doll-like.

So beautiful.

Just a fleeting glance from her drove Sam crazy. Before, two years ago, it was filled with anger and hatred. Just like now. But this time, the anger burned much stronger within him. The directed hatred towards him was immense, but Sam didn't care.

As long as he had her, he didn't care what this girl felt.

"Brother wants to hear your curses again," Sam said with a thin grin. His eyes didn't stray anywhere except to the eyes as lovely as a doll's.

"Asshole!" the girl hissed sarcastically. Although she struggled a bit, she managed to utter those words.

By any means, she swore she would curse the man in front of her until death. Every offensive remark that she had never imagined would slip from her lips, she now spoke with full confidence. She didn't care if her safety was at risk. And everything she owned could be cruelly snatched away from her.

She didn't care.

Ever since she was dragged into this mess to free her father from these loan shark thugs, her hope had died. She was merely a piece of flesh valued at a hundred million dollars. A piece that would be squeezed until every drop of her essence was gone.

She was certain of that.

When they met again in this stuffy room reeking of alcohol, a scent she disliked, she vowed not to forgive anyone who had made her like this. She would demand retribution for all the pain she endured in the court of God someday. It didn't matter if she became trash in this world. It didn't matter.

As long as everything received just punishment. That was her vow.

"Have you ever worn lipstick?" Sam asked, leaning closer. He spoke right above the girl's lips that he still held onto her face. "Seems like you have. I can smell the sweet aroma of strawberry." Sam grinned again.

"Let go!" Beatrice whispered. Beatrice Catalina, to be precise.

"Fine." Sam simply released his grip. A soft moan escaped from the girl's mouth, the scent of which he had caught a whiff of earlier. It was an intoxicating aroma. "You know what you have to do here, right?"

Beatrice chose not to answer. She turned her face away from the man who was still staring at her intensely, full of intimidation.

"First rule," Sam no longer grasped Beatrice's face but pressed on the lower part of her neck quite firmly, making her eyes widen in surprise. Once again, she had to face Sam's fierce gaze. "Never disrespect me when I'm speaking."

Sam pressed harder as Beatrice remained unresponsive. "Do you understand what I mean?"

He received a small nod as a response, satisfying Sam, albeit slightly. He loosened the pressure on Beatrice's slender and smooth neck just a bit. He had the urge to crush and suck on it forcefully. But it wasn't the right time yet.

"Second rule," Sam spoke again. "Every time I enter the room later, you must wear the clothes provided there. Serve me with your best smile." Then, Sam moved closer and whispered with emphasis. But before that, he deliberately blew his desire onto Beatrice's earlobe. It made her tightly shut her eyes, and her body began to tremble. "Fill the room with moans and my name."

Beatrice desperately wanted to cry out loud, run as far as possible, and escape from this place she despised. In her closed eyes, the vision of her future had already ended. No more attending classes with her favorite professors. No more cozy conversations with friends in the library, accompanied by numerous assignments. No more working hard to earn extra money for her tuition fees.

Everything had vanished.

There was no response from Beatrice, which made Sam click his tongue. Once again, he pressed on the girl's throat, this time even more painfully than before. "Don't make me angry, okay?"

Still, there was no response, which only fueled Sam's passion and anger even more.

"Answer!" Sam demanded, his voice thundering. It was terrifying and caused Beatrice to quickly nod.

That made Sam smile with satisfaction, but he still didn't release his grip. There was one more thing he needed to emphasize to Beatrice.

"Third rule," Sam said. This time he spoke with commanding eyes. It was not to be questioned, and Beatrice knew that if she violated it, severe punishment would follow. What exactly it was, Beatrice didn't know.

"Once you become mine, you'll always be mine. You won't be able to escape because..." Sam released his grip. Beatrice took the opportunity to inhale the air as freely as possible. Although the oxygen supply in the room was mixed with smoke from the cigarettes, it was still better than when his strong hand was pressing on her throat.

Beatrice also coughed because her breathing was too rushed. It was met with a foolish grin from Sam, as if it were a common occurrence. He walked towards his desk, opened a tightly closed drawer, rummaged through it for a moment, and found something important to him.

The stamp of the twin dragons.

A symbol that showed his authority in the Southern Division. There were two stamps there. One of them he used to mark special individuals by his side. The other one was for those who submitted to his power, often becoming members of the Twin Dragons.

He pondered for a moment. Which stamp would be suitable for this girl? The cunning grin returned. In his hand, he had already chosen what he deemed appropriate.

He prepared the stamp by activating the automatic button. The part of the stamp that had felt cold on his back began to warm up, indicating that the tool was working properly. While waiting for it to reach the right temperature, he approached Beatrice once again.

"Undo your clothes."

Beatrice's eyes widened.

"Oh, I forgot. You're tied up," Sam chuckled, as if mocking his own forgetfulness. "Let me help you then."

"No!" Beatrice shouted in protest. She tried to retreat and remove Sam's hand that was starting to unbutton her shirt. But her efforts were in vain.

Sam could have reminded her of the two previous rules, but he didn't. He wanted to play with his prey for a while. It was enjoyable to have a new toy in his life.

Until finally, Beatrice's shirt was completely open. The buttons were forcefully pulled by Sam with satisfied laughter in each pull. Beatrice's face pleaded for mercy, screaming for forgiveness, but Sam didn't care. In front of him now, there were two beautifully shaped mounds of breasts. They rose and fell with Beatrice's irregular breaths.

The girl's pleading eyes fixed on Sam. "Forgive me, please," she pleaded.

"I'm not God, just so you know," Sam smirked. His opponent couldn't do anything. The proof was that she couldn't even push away the hand that was now starting to explore her breasts. The skin was as soft as silk, so tempting. The perfume scent Beatrice wore intoxicated Sam completely. Although her breasts were still confined by the bra she wore, their beauty tempted Sam to squeeze them.

But not yet.

He could restrain himself for now. What he did instead was lick them. Very gently, full of emotions, full of temptation, and... he gave a strong suck on the right side. At first, Beatrice didn't respond until a stifled moan reached Sam's ears.

After satisfyingly leaving many red marks there, Sam wiped his wet lips. He couldn't hold back any longer, but... ah! The stamp!

Immediately, the prepared stamp met the surface of her chest. Making Beatrice scream in pain.

Pain.

While Sam grinned with satisfaction. The mark would leave a red trace that could never be erased.

"Welcome, my woman."

Beatrice trembled not because of the cold that greeted her skin, but because of the pain that afflicted her chest. The throbbing sensation made her whole body feel like it was burning. She didn't even dare to glance at the wound that felt sore and incredibly painful.

"Unbelievable!" she muttered in disbelief. Her hands clenched tightly, trying to dispel the rising disgust. All directed at the person who had left her alone in the stuffy room filled with cigarette smoke. The man she had sworn to hate for the rest of her life.

Once again, she winced in pain.

Not long after being abandoned, a cold and rigid-looking woman approached her. Instead of asking how Beatrice felt, she received a strong tug that made her feel strands of her hair coming loose.

Damn that woman!

She suppressed all the pain she was currently feeling. She couldn't let out a cry for mercy because Beatrice was sure that everyone in this place had no hearts.

"I can walk on my own!" Beatrice snapped in refusal. She tried to free herself, but the woman's strength was strong enough. Was she a woman disguised as a man? No, her face was heavily made up. The choice of red color on her lips emphasized that this woman didn't want to deal with Beatrice. Did Beatrice want to meet this woman?

No way!

"Don't talk too much! Just come along!"

"Let go!!!" Beatrice grabbed the hand that was still clutching her hair.

The woman glanced briefly and smirked. With a single pull, she made Beatrice stumble and fall, crashing into the wall on her right side.

“I let go already," she said with a sneer.

Beatrice stared at the woman with a sharp gaze, and she remembered the face that now walked arrogantly. Someday, she would repay this woman for her rough treatment. From the dismissive movement of her fingers, she wanted Beatrice to follow her. Beatrice immediately rose, grumbling in dislike, even though she trembled from the pain that afflicted her chest, which was becoming more pronounced.

Meanwhile, the woman, named Bella, walked with an annoyed huff. She never expected that there would be a new woman in the four-story house that served as the headquarters of the Twin Dragons.

The house belonged to the ruler of the Southern District, the owner of the Twin Dragons clan, Samuel Aaric Cyril, or better known as 'Sam.' The leader known for his cruelty, unaffected by any obstacles. Once he set a goal, victory had to be in his hands. The respected leader of the Southern District, both by allies and enemies. He ruled a considerable territory in this part of the South.

All illicit activities were under his dark influence: drugs, gambling, prostitution, nightclubs, corruption involving various parties to facilitate matters, hitmen, paid guards, and many more, all directly led by Sam. He didn't hesitate to get involved whenever there was a problem involving the Southern District.

Bella despised the girl walking behind, even though she didn't know her name. She refused to shake hands with this girl. Moreover, she would show who was in control of this grand house. Especially since Bella was the woman closest to Sam at the moment. This situation had been going on for nearly two years. Bella could feel many benefits from being close to Sam, especially in terms of power.

Who didn't know Bella? The respected woman by Sam? Sam never visited any other room except Bella's. There were several women in this house, but they all obeyed Bella's orders. However, she felt extremely disturbed by the arrival of the girl she had just met.

How could she not?

Two hours before Beatrice's arrival.

One by one, Bella stripped off her clothes. She moved as sensually as possible to capture Sam's attention, who sat at the edge of the bed. The ruler's gaze was fixed on her. That also fueled Bella's enthusiasm to continue teasing Sam. After all, Sam hadn't come home for almost a week. He said he had business in the Eastern District. And the first person Sam visited was Bella.

Who wouldn't feel ecstatic receiving this special treatment from the ruler whose name was known throughout the region?

The kimono she wore as the outer layer of her lingerie grazed the floor with such slow movements. Deliberately. Even though later Sam would play roughly, Bella seduced him with her softness.

Her chest, only partially covered by a thin red fabric, jutted out challengingly. Bella knew that Sam loved touching the exposed parts of her body. The thought of the caresses and gentle massages she would receive from Sam made her lose her senses. But Bella didn't want to throw herself immediately and go straight to the core of their game, filled with moans later.

Patience.

Bella still wanted to dance full of temptations right in front of Sam. Under the dimly lit room, it added an intimate value between the two of them. Bella deliberately caressed her arms as sensually as possible. She made her long legs move with dramatic gestures. Until finally, those steps came to a halt in front of Sam.

"I miss you," Bella said, bowing her head, whispering, and letting Sam's gaze fall on her cleavage. "Do you miss me, darling?"

The man's hand immediately held Bella's waist to prevent her from moving too much. He lifted her slightly to sit on Sam's lap. This made Bella smile wide.

"Can't wait, Honey?"

"What do you think?" Sam used his other hand to squeeze the breasts that had been tempting him to touch. "Move up and down here. Don't stay still," Sam commanded.

Bella immediately complied with his words. However, before her slender fingers attempted to reach for the belt buckle that held Sam's jeans in place, she whispered as softly as possible, "Unbutton first, Honey."

Sam allowed her fingers to undo his pants. His hand had found a new toy; aside from Bella's breasts, which he enjoyed playing with, let's not forget the firm buttocks that had been teasing him to be squeezed. So, that's what he did.

As his efforts yielded results, Bella grinned. "Looks like someone missed me a lot."

"Don't talk too much. Quickly!” Sam immediately grabbed Bella's lips with a passionate kiss. He didn't give the woman any break to catch her breath. He held the back of Bella's neck to deepen the kiss.

While sitting on Sam's lap, Bella began to writhe seductively. It made something that had already hardened become even more erect due to Bella's movements.

The kiss was abruptly released. It was a relief for Bella as she finally had a chance to catch her breath. But it seemed that Sam gave her very little opportunity to breathe freely. When the tip of Sam's tongue swept across Bella's chest, she felt the long-awaited sensation.

Sam's game had just begun.

Dan Bella knows when it will end. Until both of them are completely exhausted, then wake up the next day.

"Darling!" Bella gasped as one of her breasts filled the man's mouth. Her hands couldn't resist just touching Sam's thick curly hair. The masculine aroma of the man had been filling Bella's senses since earlier. Like an addictive drug that kept burning Bella to match Sam's movements, Bella became more enthusiastic about teasing him.

Even though they hadn't entered each other yet, truly, this was driving Bella half-crazy.

Bella stifled a groan. The nibbles she received turned into strong suction. It was like a hungry baby feeding on its mother's body, and that's what Sam was doing. Sucking with all his might. Although it was slightly painful, it still provided a sensation that made Bella dizzy.

She couldn't wait to be thrust down there soon. Bella was also sure that Sam was waiting for this. So once again, she directed her slender fingers to Sam's intimate part. Firm. Erect. Strong. And definitely making Bella moan loudly. Filling her room with Sam's name when they would unite later.

But...

"Boss!"

The door suddenly opened. Bella immediately hugged Sam and hid her face. Although it seemed unnecessary, considering that everyone also knew exactly what they were doing in this room, Bella still didn't want her face, burning with passion, to be seen.

"Since when do you enter this room without permission?" Sam said in an annoyed tone. "Just disturb someone else!"

"Sorry, Boss." Since witnessing what his boss was doing, the man earlier bowed his head. And he bowed even lower because his boss's angry voice was evident.

"What's wrong?" He didn't care about the disturbance happening. That's why Sam resumed his activities. "Don't stop moving, Bella. You know what you have to do."

Bella hesitated a bit but didn't want to argue with Sam's words. She started moving her hips again. Meanwhile, Sam continued to play with Bella's breasts and twist her erect nipples, which were already enticingly swollen.

"We have brought the girl that the Boss targeted," said Rudi, the bald-headed servant with an earring in his right ear.

Sam's movement abruptly stopped. Without saying a word, he pushed Bella away from his lap. Quickly, Sam buttoned up his pants again.

"Where is she?"

"In the office, Boss."

Without saying goodbye or uttering a word, Sam left, leaving Bella with a thousand questions.

Only then did Bella realize what kind of girl Sam's servants had brought here. Bella wouldn't let this girl become a threat in the future.

No, she wouldn't.

Damn it!

"Get in," Bella commanded harshly.

She pointed to a room on the second floor of this large house. Many stayed on the second floor, including the other mistresses that Sam rarely visited. That's where she placed the girl who disturbed her pleasure. Meanwhile, she stayed on the third floor in a fairly spacious and beautifully arranged room. It was clear that Sam's room was next to hers.

Beatrice stared at the woman with a piercing gaze. She remained silent behind the woman, stealing a glance at the room she would occupy, unsure how long. The air in the room was stuffy, and the lighting was minimal.

"I said get in!" Bella yanked Beatrice forcefully. "Don't cause any trouble, or you'll know the consequences!"

Beatrice didn't say a word. Only her eyes continued to stare sharply at Bella. This only fueled Bella's anger, causing her to slap Beatrice's face with considerable force. Bella hoped to see fear in Beatrice's eyes because of her actions. Unfortunately, it didn't happen.

Beatrice became even more defiant, though she held her face, which felt hot from Bella's slap.

"You!" Bella pointed at her angrily. "If you dare to misbehave here, I won't hesitate to make you suffer!"

Beatrice received a strong push and stumbled. The push hit her chest, causing a painful sensation. Then, the door slammed shut with a loud bang. To her, the door was like the path to her freedom, which now had no light.

Just like herself, now clinging to her knees, crying and contemplating the terrible fate that awaited her. She didn't know how long she would be here. Beatrice felt like choosing death instead.

"All of this because of Father!" she hissed through the tears that had taken over.

"Damn it!"