In the dimly lit room, Cleopatra sat at the edge of her bed, legs crossed, her expression more menacing than seductive.

Her usual alluring nightwear?


Tonight, it only amplified the dangerous aura surrounding her.

She wasn't waiting for Louis with patience.

No.


Tonight, her only companions were rage and blind jealousy, simmering in her chest, growing heavier with every passing second.

In the bathroom, Louis stood under the shower.


Cold water cascaded down his tense body, but it did little to cool the storm raging in his mind.

He regretted everything that had happened today—Theodore's trap, Jenny's shameless flirting, and worst of all... Cleopatra's fury, which was far from fading.

Damn it... I really screwed up. Cleopatra must think I betrayed her. I have to explain, but... how the hell am I supposed to defend myself in front of a raging lion?

He took a deep breath, trying to come up with a strategy.

But could anyone truly survive Cleopatra Thompson when she was in full-blown fury mode?

Finally, with hesitant steps, he turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his waist. Slowly, he pushed the bathroom door open.

And the moment it swung open—

Cleopatra was already standing there.

Their eyes met, and there was something in Cleopatra's gaze that Louis couldn't quite decipher.

'H-Holy—" Louis almost stumbled backward, startled by how close she was.

For the first few seconds, she said nothing. She just stared at him—from head to toe—or more accurately, from his guilty face to his still-wet body, droplets of water sliding down his broad chest.

Cleopatra tilted her head slightly.

Then, in a tone that was both teasing and threatening, she finally spoke:

'I'm waiting in my room, Louis. Hurry. No arguments."

Louis swallowed hard.

Oh, God… I'm dead tonight.

Cleopatra didn't wait for a reply. She turned and walked toward her room, leaving behind the faint scent of her perfume—one that pressed on Louis' chest heavier than just a mere fragrance.

Louis closed his eyes for a brief second, searching for the strength to face whatever awaited him inside Cleopatra's room.

But deep down, he already knew...

There was no way he was making it out alive tonight.

As soon as Louis stepped into Cleopatra's bedroom, the atmosphere shifted.

The air grew heavier, hotter, and far more dangerous.

Cleopatra was already sitting on the bed, one leg elegantly crossed over the other, wrapped in a silver lingerie that hugged her body perfectly—highlighting every curve that was both enticing and intimidating.

Beside her, on the small table near the bed, were a few items that sent a shiver down Louis' spine—a pair of handcuffs, a leather whip, and a vibrator.

Louis blinked. Then swallowed hard.

'Cleo… what exactly are you planning?" he asked, his voice laced with unease.

Cleopatra picked up the leather whip, letting the dim bedside lamp reflect off her smooth skin. A thin, dangerous smile played on her lips.

'I told you, Toreto. You follow my orders. No arguments."

Louis remained silent, his brain still struggling to process the situation.

'Oh… this is definitely punishment for what happened at the club," he muttered under his breath.

Cleopatra arched a brow, crossing her arms with a challenging stare.

'Of course it's punishment. Did you really think I was just going to let that slide?"

Louis opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

Louis always messes with my emotions… I want to punish him, but at the same time, I want to claim him.

Am I crazy? Or have I actually fallen for him?

Cleopatra slowly stood from the bed, taking deliberate, sensual steps toward Louis, savoring the way he was trapped between fear and desire.

Louis took a step back.

But Cleopatra was already in front of him, tilting his chin up with the end of the leather whip.

'Oh, sweetheart… should I mark you? Just to make sure no other woman dares to come near you?" she whispered, her tone playful, but her gaze deadly serious.

Louis swallowed hard.

Damn it… I am not ready for this.

Cleopatra chuckled softly, wrapping the leather whip around her hand, as if carefully considering her next move.

'I want to punish you, Louis… but at the same time, I also want to see just how much you want me."

Louis steadied his breathing, fighting to keep his mind clear.

'Cleo… I already apologized. I swear I won't make that mistake again."

Cleopatra stepped even closer, their bodies nearly touching. Her hand slid up to Louis' neck, tracing lightly before she whispered in his ear.

'I know… But still, I need to teach you a lesson."

Louis shivered instantly.

He didn't know if he should be afraid… or if he should enjoy this.

Louis stared at the ceiling of Cleopatra's bedroom, his breaths heavy. His wrists were already cuffed to the headboard with satin restraints, rendering him powerless—no escape, no resistance.

Dressed in nothing but his boxers, his sculpted muscles glistened with sweat, making it impossible for Cleopatra to ignore the sheer strength of the man beneath her.

She tried to stay dominant, to keep control of the game, but something inside her was starting to crumble at the sight of Louis in this state.

(Cleopatra's thoughts)

Damn it… Louis is even more powerful than I imagined. I don't know if I can control my own game tonight.

Cleopatra straddled Louis, her expression dangerously unreadable—a mix of anger, jealousy, and the undeniable desire to claim this man as hers.

She slowly crawled up his body, her cold fingertips tracing the defined ridges of his muscles in a teasing, delicate manner.

Louis tensed.

'Cleo… stop this…" he murmured weakly. But Cleopatra only smirked, thoroughly enjoying how he was slowly being consumed by his own desire.

She leaned in closer, inhaling his masculine scent before pressing a slow, lingering kiss against his neck.

Louis sucked in a sharp breath, his body reacting instinctively—yet he couldn't move.

Cleopatra let out a soft sigh, then whispered right into his ear.

'I'm jealous, Louis… I can't stand the thought of you touching another woman."

Louis shuddered.

Suddenly, Cleopatra bit his earlobe—just enough to make his entire body jolt, his eyes widen, and a restrained gasp slip from his lips.

He was completely at her mercy.

Cleopatra gazed at Louis' face, now damp with sweat. She could feel the heat radiating from him, his restraint barely holding on.

'I want to mark you, Toreto," she murmured, her voice raspy and dangerously seductive. 'I want you to know that I'm the only woman allowed to touch you."

Louis could do nothing but wait and see just how far Cleopatra was willing to take this game.

Cleopatra had lost her sanity.

At first, she only wanted to punish him—to make him understand what it felt like to be bound and powerless.

But now…

She was the one who couldn't hold back anymore.

She wanted him.

More than just as a punishment.

Cleopatra's gaze grew wilder, more desperate, more dangerous.

She knew her limits.

But tonight, she didn't want them to exist.

Louis stared at her, his breath uneven.

He could see it—the way Cleopatra was losing to her own desires, how those beautiful eyes of hers darkened with an intensity that was supposed to break him but was now consuming her instead.

Cleopatra took a deep breath, then slowly let one of her lingerie straps slip off her shoulder.

Louis swallowed hard.

The dim lighting of the room cast a glow over Cleopatra's exposed skin, making her look even more enticing than before. One side of her chest was barely covered now, just enough to make Louis' entire body tense up painfully.

He squeezed his eyes shut, but his body couldn't lie.

'Cleo… please… we have to stop…" Louis' voice was barely above a whisper, almost desperate.

Cleopatra only smirked, brushing her fingers gently against his face.

'You know, Louis… I think I'm losing my mind because I love you."

Louis' eyes widened.

She finally admitted it.

Every muscle in Louis' body went rigid—not just because of their current situation, but because of Cleopatra's confession, something he had doubted for so long.

Cleopatra held his gaze, studying every flicker of emotion on his face. She could see how his expression shifted, how he was struggling to resist but couldn't look away from her.

She leaned in closer, her lips just inches from his.

But before she could close the distance—

Her phone rang.

The sudden, sharp sound shattered the moment.

Cleopatra froze, as if struck by lightning, and instantly sat up straight.

The name flashing on the screen—Theodore William Blake.

Her jaw tightened.

Louis, still bound to the headboard, let out a deep breath, staring at Cleo with an exhausted expression.

God… that call just saved his life.

But he knew—

This wasn't over.

Cleopatra would come back to claim what was hers.

And when she did, Louis wasn't sure he'd survive a second time.

Cleopatra's jaw clenched as she glared at her phone. The name on the screen was a cruel reminder that the outside world still existed, that her family's schemes were still in motion, working against her.

But tonight—

Tonight, she didn't care.

Reaching out, she flipped her phone over on the nightstand, ignoring the call completely.

Louis' eyes widened slightly, realizing something inside Cleopatra had just shifted.

Then, in an instant, she turned back to him—

Her eyes burning with a fire he had never seen before.

'I've held back for too long."

She crawled over him again, straddling his body with a confidence that sent a shiver through him. Her delicate hands traced the defined ridges of his chest, feeling the frantic beat of his heart beneath her touch.

Louis took a deep breath, trying to steady himself—

But Cleopatra wasn't going to give him the chance.

She moved her hips slowly, creating a friction so intense it made him shudder.

'Cleo…" Louis' voice was almost desperate, but there was no more room for protest.

Cleopatra smirked, completely satisfied. 'Shut up and enjoy it, Louis."

Her hands pressed against his chest, firm yet controlled, while her body moved in a rhythm that only grew bolder. Her gaze locked onto Louis'—his eyes burning with desire, only fueling her courage.

This feeling was intoxicating.

Cleopatra felt herself consumed by something beyond just want—this was passion, raw and unchecked, something she had suppressed for far too long but was now exploding inside her.

She no longer wanted to control herself. She wanted to indulge. She wanted to claim the man beneath her.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their rhythm becoming wilder.

Cleopatra bit her lip, feeling the heat surge through her body, stronger, wilder, until finally—

She reached her peak.

Her entire body trembled, a gasp escaping her lips, breaking the silence of the room. Every muscle clenched around the man beneath her.

But just when Cleopatra thought it was over, she realized—

Louis was still watching her.

Still firm. Still ready. Still undefeated.

Cleopatra panted, staring at Louis, who hadn't weakened in the slightest. Her eyes widened slightly—part admiration, part challenge.

Louis smirked, his voice low and raspy but brimming with confidence.

'You're not done yet, Cleo."

A fresh wave of heat surged through her body, wilder than before.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his neck as she exhaled, letting her warm breath send a shiver through him.

'You're too strong for me, Louis… I might not win tonight," she whispered against his ear, before biting his earlobe just enough to make his body arch under her touch.

'Cleo…" Louis' voice was thick, his breathing ragged.

Cleopatra grinned in satisfaction, loving how this man was finally surrendering to her.

Her fingers trailed down his skin, tracing every inch of his burning body, feeling the way he responded so naturally to her touch.

'I want to mark you, Toreto," she murmured, her voice husky and teasing. 'I want you to know that I'm the only woman allowed to touch you."

Louis lifted his head slightly, locking eyes with her. Then, in a low, deep voice, he whispered—

'Maybe I already belong to you, Cleo…"

Cleopatra froze for a moment, his words piercing straight through her heart.

She fell silent, her body still pressed against his, but her mind spiraled into chaos.

Was this still just a game?

Or… had she already fallen too deep?

Tonight—this wasn't just about punishment anymore.

This was about who would surrender first.

And Cleopatra wasn't about to lose.

She moved her hips again, ready to take him once more, again and again, until her body could no longer resist the man who had turned her world upside down.

The next morning Louis woke up with a dull ache in his muscles—every part of his body protesting after the wild night they'd had. He stared at the ceiling, taking a deep breath, still processing everything that had happened just hours ago.

A long night. A night of passion. A night he would never forget.

He shifted slightly, feeling the lingering soreness mixed with satisfaction, then blinked when he realized—

The bed beside him was empty.

Cleo?

Before he could think too much about it, the bedroom door opened.

Cleopatra strolled in, looking effortlessly stunning in a satin nightgown—far more modest than last night, yet still hugging her curves in a way that made it impossible not to stare.

Her hair was tousled in that perfectly messy way, making her even more irresistible, and her mysterious smile…

As if nothing had happened.

'Good morning, sweetheart."

Louis lifted his head, staring at her in disbelief.

'Wait—after everything that happened last night… you're just acting normal?!"

Cleopatra let out a soft laugh, as if his reaction was amusing. She walked over to her vanity, lazily running a brush through her hair before turning to him, raising an eyebrow in a playful challenge.

'What? Were you expecting me to pass out in bed and not be able to move?"

Louis froze, his face turning red instantly.

'T-that's not what I meant… But… last night, you—"

Cleopatra stepped closer, tilting his chin up with her delicate fingers.

'I what, sweetheart?" Her voice was soft, but it shot straight through him, making him even more flustered.

Louis swallowed hard and quickly looked away. 'Never mind…"

Cleopatra chuckled, then turned toward the dining table, where an elaborate breakfast was already prepared. The scent of freshly brewed black coffee filled the air.

'Sit down and eat, sweetheart. We have to leave for the office soon."

Louis remained frozen on the bed, staring at her as if she had just said something completely insane.

'Wait—seriously? After everything we did, we're just going back to our usual routine?!"

Cleopatra smirked teasingly. 'What? You want to do it all over again before work?"

Louis choked on air, scrambling out of bed in a panic.

'No! No! I just… I wasn't expecting you to be this calm…"

Cleopatra let out a soft laugh, sipping her coffee as if nothing had happened.

Louis finally sat across from her, grabbing a piece of toast, still watching her with suspicion.

This woman…

She had torn through him like a storm last night, leaving no mercy in her wake—

And now, she sat there, peaceful, as if none of it had ever happened.


But just as Louis reached for his coffee, Cleopatra suddenly leaned in close to his ear, her voice soft—too soft—but deeply unsettling.

'Oh, Louis… You're quite the strong man. I highly doubt last night was your first time, considering you lasted all night."

Louis choked on his coffee so hard he nearly dropped the cup.

'CLEO!"

Cleopatra burst into laughter, leaning back in her chair with a smug, satisfied look.

'What? Sweetheart, I was just complimenting you…"

Louis groaned, covering his face with both hands, trying to regulate his breathing.

Deep down, he knew one thing for sure…

Cleopatra's game wasn't over.

In fact, it might have just begun.