Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation

"What?" His voice was low, almost a growl now.

She didn't answer—her pride wouldn't let her admit how close she was getting.

So she kissed him again instead, fierce and messy, biting his lip harder this time. His groan vibrated against her mouth, and she felt the flex of his thighs under her, the solid grip of his hands keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

Pain from his wounds flashed across his face for a heartbeat—just enough for her to see—but it didn't slow him. If anything, it made him rougher, like each thrust was an act of defiance against the ache.

And help her, it made her hotter.

She laughed again, breathless now, her hair sticking to her damp skin. "You're still hurt and you're—"

"—fucking you like I mean it?" he cut in, his hips snapping up hard enough to make her moan mid-word. "Yeah. I am."

The worst part?

He was winning.

Every shift, every thrust, every time he held her there for that extra beat just to feel her clench around him—he was pulling her closer to the edge, and her pride was screaming at her not to fall.

But his eyes were locked on hers, steady and unyielding, like he already knew she would.

Sira's breath was ragged, her fingers clawing into his shoulders like she could anchor herself there, but each time she thought she'd regained control, he changed the angle—deeper, harder, enough to make her spine arch and a sound leave her throat she swore she'd never make in front of him.

The couch beneath them groaned, the legs scraping against the marble floor with each violent rhythm until one sharp thrust cracked the wood frame, the sound splintering through the room like a gunshot.

She laughed through a moan, her pride demanding she pretend it didn't affect her. "You're going to owe someone a couch," she panted.

Lux's mouth curved into that wolfish grin, the one that made his eyes glint with that 'I own this moment arrogance'. "I'll buy them a palace."

And then he drove into her again—so deep her head tipped back, hair spilling wild down her back, the movement tearing another sound from her chest.

She didn't even realize the couch gave out entirely until her knees slipped, the both of them crashing down hard enough to crack the marble tile beneath. The shock of cold stone met the fever of their skin, their sweat mixing with the faint dust from shattered flooring, the scent of it sharp and mineral under the heavier musk of them.

"Oh, f*ck—" she gasped, the jolt sending a hot spike straight through her.

He didn't stop. If anything, the harder surface gave him more leverage, his pace turning brutal. His hands gripped her hips like he could mold her to fit him even tighter.

And that was it—her body betrayed her pride. With a loud, unrestrained moan, she came, her walls clenching around him in pulses she couldn't stop, her vision momentarily whiting out as the pleasure ripped through her.

She felt the heat in her cheeks, the sweat down her spine, the embarrassing little tremors that followed.

Her pride was a roaring storm in her head—'you came again, you idiot'—but the rest of her was still floating in the aftermath, her body buzzing.

Lux slowed but didn't finish. When she blinked back to reality, he was still hard inside her, that maddening smirk pulling at his lips. "I win, again," he murmured, low and smug, like he'd just claimed a kingdom.

Sira's pride snapped back sharp and fast.

Before she could make another move, he pulled out—her body giving a traitorous little ache at the loss—and stood, his skin flushed, the light from the hearth catching along the defined lines of his chest and stomach. He stepped back, putting distance between them like he was parading his control.

Her eyes flicked down, catching the crimson streak along her inner thighs—virgin blood—and it only stoked the fire in her chest. Her gaze snapped back to him, narrowing.

"Oh… you're done now?" she said, her voice low and mocking, masking the faint tremble still lingering in her muscles. "Weak."

His smirk only deepened, and she wanted to scratch it off and kiss it at the same time.

They were both naked now, circling each other like predators testing for the next opening. The cold marble under her feet was almost a relief against the heat in her skin, the sound of their steps echoing softly in the ruined room.

Lux tilted his head, casual in a way that was dangerous. "What? Try to bait me? Not gonna work."

She arched a brow, slow and deliberate. "So you're going to turn around and run? While still that hard?" Her eyes dipped meaningfully to the erection he made no effort to hide. "What are you going to do? Hit some cheap succubus in the Lust district?"

His chuckle was deep and quiet, but it carried. "I know exactly what this is. You just want to do it again. You hate losing."

Her smirk curved sharper. "I am. And… I'll make sure my name's the only prayer your soul remembers."

That was all the warning they got before she lunged.

It wasn't graceful—it was feral. She pounced into him, their bodies colliding with a sound that was more battle than seduction, but the moment their mouths met, it was fire all over again.

Her hands gripped his jaw, pulling him down into a kiss that was all teeth and heat, her tongue claiming space like she was taking back lost territory. His hands were already on her waist, spinning them until her back hit the nearest wall, the cool surface making her gasp against his mouth.

Lux's smirk pressed into the kiss, his control steady even as her nails dug into his back. He didn't mind the sting—it grounded him, reminded him that this wasn't just lust. This was war.