Novel & Cerita Your Boyfriend Rule 34

Before whispering in my ear, “So confirm to me that you want apricots to be the safe word.” I shook my head “um no. red. Red is my final answer.” I took a breath “what’s the 3rd rule. 3. “Now that I’ve tasted you, there’s no way in Hell I am letting you go. It’s important that I make myself abundantly clear. If we move forward, you are mine. No one else. I do not share. Do you understand the rules, Evelyn?” “Yes……sir.” Not sure how to respond. Kade chuckled before looking into my eyes.

“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.”

Ruth said, and reached across to squeeze Liam's hand on the table, and I thought, distantly, that my own sister was currently holding my boyfriend's hand with more enthusiasm than I had all week. "You're all too kind," Liam said, and did the thing where he ducked his head slightly, humble, charming, the exact performance that used to work on me too before I'd watched him do it so many times I could recite the choreography. He turned to me then. Slid his arm around the back of my chair, rubbed his thumb along my upper arm slow and warm, the kind of touch that was supposed to say I adore this woman to a room full of witnesses.

No answer came by his side. “So, I will set some rules in this marriage so that we both can enjoy our freedom.” I continued. “There will be three rules. First is don’t touch me. I hate being touched by someone I don’t know. Second is I can do anything with myself. It means I have my own freedom and the last rule is don’t fall in love with me. I won’t be able to love anyone again.” I don’t even know why I made the last rule but there was an urge from my heart to make it.

He drawled. “No.”I declared. “Fine. Let me add to the rules then, I cannot share you, Aurora. You’re not allowed to have a second sex buddy.” I nodded because that made sense. “Same goes for you too. While we still have this going on, I should be the only one you’re sleeping with and if you one day, you find me less attractive and you get a better option, let me know ahead of time so we can end this. If any of the rules is broken, we would end this immediately.”I informed him.

That one stung a little—I remembered waking up tangled in his sheets this morning, how stupidly good it felt—but I nodded anyway. “Rule four: if either of us starts feeling…” He paused, jaw tightening. “More than just physical, we say it. And we stop.” My stomach dipped. “Okay.” “Rule five: no jealousy. If one of us wants to hook up with someone else, we do it. No questions.” I swallowed. The idea of him with someone else made my chest tight, but I forced a shrug. “Deal.” He studied me for a long second, like he was checking for cracks. Then his hand dropped.

"Rule Two: Public displays of affection limited to hand-holding, quick hugs, and one staged kiss maximum per week. And only in front of relevant witnesses. (Ex-boyfriends, mothers, coworkers.) “Okay,” he said, leaning forward. “Rule Three?” “We can see other people. Totally casual. No questions if we’re out with someone else—just don’t post it where Derek or my I*******m can see.” "Rule Four?" He asked. "Rule Four: No sleepovers unless faking one is absolutely necessary." He nodded, rubbing his chin. “Rule Five: We post exactly one couple photo per week. No more, no less. Hashtag #TotallyRealCouple.”

I announced. He swallowed. “And that is?" "You...you will always satisfy my sex needs each time I want you.” His jaw dropped. “You want me to be your fuck boy?" "Yes, do you have any problem with that?" "I just think…I just feel uneasy about it" "Well, if you won't do it,nthen prepare…” "I will...I will.” He quickly agreed. "Oh okay. Now I've got rules concerning this, one: no spooning after sex." "Two: You're not allowed to like someone else and be with someone else until this is over."

It felt like he could already see right through me, through all the pain and things I wasn’t ready to say. “Rule two: No falling in love.” That one hit differently. I almost laughed. “Trust me,” I muttered. “That won’t be a problem.” “Rule three: No intimacy,” he continued. “And rule four: No backing down until it’s done. No third parties unless absolutely necessary.” I couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped past my lips. “You’re taking this too seriously.” “I always take revenge seriously,” he said, eyes sharp as glass. “Especially when it’s against someone who deserves it.”

Slowly, she turned around to face him, waiting for him to laugh and say he was joking, but his face remained serious. “You heard me,” Liam said, his gaze fixed on her. “I’ll be your boyfriend.” He walked past her and sat on the couch. “But I have some rules.” “Okay,” Alina said, trying to hide the excitement that was bubbling inside her. “Tell me.” “Rule number one,” he said coldly. “Don’t expect me to love you because I won’t.” “Yes, sure. I don’t need your love,” Alina replied, her voice slightly shaky.