Chapter 3 Last night, was it you who drugged me

Louis thought to himself, he had misjudged her.

He believed Cersei was innocent, not realizing she was actually so cunning.

He skillfully grasped her arm, smiling, "Since you know who I am, is this your way of playing hard to get?"

"You really are the king of narcissism." More narcissistic than anyone else.

Cersei smiled sweetly, her face blossoming like a flower, and suddenly said, "If you want to sleep with me, show me your skills!"

Suddenly, the world spun around, and Cersei found herself pulled into Louis's arms, a shadow enveloping her as a scorching kiss landed on her lips.

It was passionate, scorching.

The man kissed just as he was-domineering, invasive, allowing no refusal.

"What are you doing?" She finally broke free from his hold.

"You said it yourself, using my skills, so I intend to play a game with you."

Louis pinned her arms behind her back and lowered his head to kiss her lips once again.

Cersei was furious; when she said skills, she didn't mean these kinds of skills.

But Louis didn't allow her any further rejection, trapping her, cutting off all her escape routes.

His lips and tongue captured her sweet words, kissing her deeper and more lingeringly.

In terms of technique, ten Cerseis couldn't compare to one Louis.

Underneath him, she melted into a pool of spring water, letting him do as he pleased.

Because of the drug, Cersei didn't have the strength to resist, feeling as though all the energy in her body was drained.

She felt trapped, with a sense of unease she couldn't quite grasp.

It was terrifying.

"How about my skills?" Louis released her, his eyes bright, fixed on her lips, which were now a vivid red from his kisses.

Underneath him, Cersei smiled like a temptress, slightly lifting her body to rub against Alpha Louis's not-so-honest little brother. She smiled at him and said, "I think I have more skills than you."

Skills aren't in the words but in the reaction of the other party.

She was beautiful, even more beautiful than Wendy.

Especially her eyes, like they were filled with the bright sunshine of the world.

A wave of heat rushed to his lower abdomen, burning fiercely.

A single kiss that could fluster him like this-she was the first.

Louis smiled; this woman had thoroughly piqued his interest.

Call her innocent, yet she was very experienced; at this moment, she didn't show a hint of shyness.

Call her experienced, yet her kissing technique was very naive, probably never having kissed anyone before.

Truly a mystery.

But regardless, she was someone who had captured his interest.

His slender hands slowly unbuttoned her shirt, his movements leisurely, as if he were appreciating a work of art, his gaze never leaving her face.

Cersei's face was slightly flushed.

This man must be a reincarnated demon, so alluring.

"Why do you want me to be your lover?"

"Because of this face."

Cersei suddenly grabbed his hand, her grip loosening slightly, stopping Louis's movements.

Their eyes locked, unguarded, staring straight into each other.

Cersei's smile had vanished, replaced by a kind of calm, cold detachment. Louis's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Their gazes collided in the air, sending sparks flying.

The ambiguous atmosphere continued to build.

Louis suddenly leaned down, kissing her madly, fiercely, as his hands quickly tore off her shirt, throwing it aside.

He no longer teased her, shedding his gentlemanly facade, revealing his wild and seductive nature.

Seizing and conquering was the essence of a man.

His kisses trailed down her face, wild and untamed, his hands roughly kneading her softness.

The man's breathing grew more and more rapid, and Cersei sensed danger-a danger of being taken.

She couldn't escape.

The drug controlled all her thoughts; she could only drown in his superior skills.

"Not bad," Louis praised her figure, not holding back as he lightly sucked on her rosy peak.

His strength was enough to make her feel pain.

A moan slipped from between Cersei's lips, further encouraging the man to act recklessly.

Louis's movements became rough.

Countless women had crossed paths with Alpha Louis.

He was dominant, never needing to please a woman.

Love, to him, was simply unzipping, entering, and exiting-that was the entire process.

Brutally entering her, the tearing pain was evident on Cersei's enraptured face, her nails digging fiercely into his shoulders.

She was a virgin?

Alpha Louis was momentarily stunned. He had been with countless women, but he had one rule.

He would never touch a virgin.

Cersei was exquisite inside and out, and her presence at Mint Bar certainly didn't suggest she was still a virgin.

"You..."

Cersei, in pain, wanted to kill him, and Alpha Louis's heart suddenly wavered.

Ah, a beast.

But with the bowstring drawn, there was no turning back. Louis didn't have time to pity her; he madly took all the sweetness she had to offer.

A night of wild passion, drowning in desire.

The two of them, filled with energy, went at it seven times. Finally, exhausted, they fell asleep in each other's arms. Louis was so tired he couldn't even lift a finger.

This woman appeared delicate, but she had excellent stamina.

How satisfying!

It was the first time he had felt so content with a woman, and her scent was delightful.

She was truly a delicious feast.

Compared to before, even though he had been through countless encounters, none were as exhilarating as this one.

At five o'clock, Cersei's biological clock went off.

Her whole body ached as if it had been crushed by a car, especially down below, which hurt even more from the intense activity.

Cersei cursed softly, suddenly realizing that Louis was still inside her.

Her head buzzed, and she quickly pushed Louis away. He was too tired, sleeping soundly, so he didn't stir.

Her body was covered in bruises, all green and purple, all from his kisses.

Alpha Louis, you truly are a beast.

Suddenly, Cersei frowned. Louis hadn't used protection, and they had done it so many times. She frowned, calculating in her mind.

She usually had good luck.

The chances of getting pregnant from just one night were pretty low.

Cersei searched for her clothes and put them on, glancing back at Louis.

She suddenly flashed a mischievous smile.

At five in the morning, the first light of dawn gently illuminated her face, showing a hint of weariness.

Louis, Louis...

She suddenly turned around and walked into Louis's study.

Thirty minutes later, Cersei walked out of the study and placed a note on the bedside table before turning to leave the seaside apartment.

At six o'clock by the seaside, dawn had already risen high.

The breeze was as gentle as water. Cersei tied her hair up high, wearing a long black coat, a black belt cinched around her waist, making her look even more slender.

A bulletproof limousine was parked by the sea, and standing next to the car were four men dressed in black.

They were cold and imposing, exuding a murderous aura.

As Cersei approached, a tall, handsome man stepped out of the car.

His face was like a sculpture, deep and handsome, with a perfectly proportioned body that could only be described as flawless.

"Last night, was it you who drugged me?" Cersei asked in a low voice, her hand clenched.

"Drugged you?" The man pursed his lips, looking utterly bewildered.

Cersei handed him a USB, her eyes as cold as water, but her smile remained as bright as a flower.

Whether it was him or not, it no longer mattered.