Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

Rava shivered under him—her entire nervous system lit up like someone had flipped a circuit breaker inside her soul. Her legs tensed around his waist, and the tips of her tentacles began to twitch with increasing urgency.

"L-Lux…" she breathed.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with hunger and amusement. "You dreamed of taking me while I was vulnerable," he said. "But let's be real. You wanted to break me a little, didn't you?"

She tried to deny it. Couldn't.

Because… yes.

Yes, she had.

She'd wanted to see the man everyone said was untouchable—this CFO of sin, this handsome incubus of discipline and dominance—fall apart under her. Just a little. Just enough to hear him whimper her name like he needed her.

But now?

Now the tides had shifted.

And he was the one unraveling her.

Lux slid lower, his lips trailing a wet line across her sternum. Then down her stomach, his breath hot against her skin, teasing her just by existing.

"You're warm," he murmured. "Tense."

She gasped when he pressed his mouth lower, kissing her hips, his teeth dragging just enough to make her thighs twitch.

"Stop teasing," she hissed, trying to push at his shoulders.

"I'm drunk, remember?" he said with a grin. "I move slow."

He wasn't moving slow.

Not really.

His hands knew exactly what they were doing—pushing fabric aside, coaxing her legs wider, dipping lower to press heated kisses between her thighs, until—

"Lux—!" Rava arched, her hands scrambling for the sheets.

But he didn't stop.

His tongue moved with a rhythm that was pure sin, tasting her like a connoisseur sampling forbidden fruit. And every time she moaned, he groaned back, as if her pleasure was fuel. As if her voice was a trigger for his own madness.

Her tentacles wrapped around the bedframe, trembling. Her mind was a blur—salt and heat and wetness and the sound of Lux groaning into her skin like a drunk man worshiping a goddess.

And just when she thought he'd let her finish—

He pulled back.

She nearly cried.

"W-why'd you stop—?!"

He didn't answer with words.

He climbed up her body, eyes never leaving hers, licking his lips like he was still tasting her. And then, with one hand, he gripped her thigh and pulled her flush against him.

She felt it.

Him.

Hard, hot, teasing between her legs.

"I'm going to ride you," Lux said.

The words weren't a threat. They weren't even rushed. They were calm. Absolute. Declared like a market takeover.

Rava froze beneath him, her body already flushed and writhing from his teasing hands, but now she felt something else—a thrill of helpless anticipation curling in her spine.

But Lux didn't move. Didn't thrust. Didn't claim.

He just hovered.

Close enough to burn. Far enough to ache.

And that—was worse.

Because now she was the one squirming. Moaning. Clawing at his shoulders with trembling fingers. Her hips tried to rise to meet him, but he wouldn't let her. His strong hands kept her pinned, denying her inch by inch.

"Lux," she hissed, voice heavy with frustration.

He leaned down, brushing his lips along the shell of her ear. "What's the matter?" he whispered, slow and deliberate. "You wanted control. Changed your mind already?"

"I didn't—change—anything," she growled, though her breath was shaking.

He chuckled, dark and warm, his mouth tracing her jaw. "Then take me."

She tried.

She arched up, her legs wrapping around his waist, her body practically begging for him. But he stayed maddeningly still, letting her feel the weight and heat of him—so close—but never giving her what she wanted.

She let out a broken whimper.

Lux kissed her, deep and slow, his hands sliding down to grip her thighs. "No rush," he murmured. "You're always in control, right?"

Rava's pride snapped.

"Fine," she snarled. "Then stop teasing and ruin me already."

A flicker of a smirk touched his lips. "As you wish."

And he moved.

Not with a rough slam, but a slow, devastating push. Filling her inch by inch, watching the way her back arched, the way her breath hitched into something that wasn't quite a moan—but close. Very close.

When he was fully inside her, he paused.

She was already trembling.

"Rava," he said lowly, and the way he said her name—like it was expensive, like it belonged to him—made her heart race.

"You're mine right now," he whispered into her throat. "Not because I said so. Because you begged for it."

She didn't deny it.

Couldn't.

Especially not when he began to move.

He rode her with the kind of rhythm that destroyed logic—measured, precise, overwhelming. His hips rolled with trained control, slow enough to torture, deep enough to make her see stars. Her tentacles wrapped around him without thought, clinging, trembling, searching for anchor as he claimed every breath from her lungs.

She tried to say his name again, but it came out as a gasp. A prayer. A curse.

Lux groaned—deep and rough—his head dropping beside hers, his hair brushing against her cheek.

"You feel that?" he murmured, biting gently at her neck. "That's power. Pleasure. Greed. All of it—yours—if you just keep taking it."

Rava's hands clutched at his back, nails scraping down, desperate to keep up.

"You're such a demon," she breathed, voice ragged.

"I'm your demon," Lux growled back.

And then he moved faster.

Harder.

Her body rocked with every thrust, the bed frame creaking against the wall, sheets twisting beneath them. Her moans turned raw. Unfiltered. Her pride forgotten in the haze of sensation.

Lux didn't slow.

Didn't let her regain composure.

He rode her like he owned her—like he was the one being worshipped—and she was just the altar.

Her climax hit with no warning. It ripped through her like fire—violent and messy and perfect. Her tentacles tensed around him, drawing him deeper, locking him in.

And Lux—grinning, panting, eyes wild—followed.

He groaned her name one last time as he came. His other hand gently brushed her face.

They lay there for a moment. Breathing. Glowing. Shattered in all the best ways.

Then Rava smirked through the afterglow, voice hoarse. "Still drunk?"

Lux kissed her, soft and smug. "On you?"

He smiled.

"Always."