Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation
Chapter 145: You’ve Tasted Him

Chapter 145: You’ve Tasted Him

Chapter 145 – You’ve Tasted Him

The sound was soft. Crystal against crystal, but it hit like thunder in her chest.

Rava felt it. The slow unraveling of tension. The heat beneath her ribs that she’d tried to ignore since the first time he kissed her. That kiss had branded her. And no matter how much she told herself she was composed, untouchable, above it all—she wasn’t. Not with him.

Lux finished his drink and stood up with that practiced ease of a man who had ruined nations and then strolled out of the courtroom unbothered. His coat slid over his shoulder. Black. Sleek. That damn bike key flicked into his palm.

"You’re bringing the bike?" she asked casually.

He smirked. "I bring myself, sweetheart. The bike just follows."

She regretted saying yes about thirty seconds in.

Not because of the danger. No. She loved the danger.

It was the speed.

Lux rode like the wind owed him rent. Like death was a cute inconvenience he’d seduce into backing off. She clung to him, arms wrapped around his waist as the city blurred around them. Her tentacles instinctively flared once—just to hold him tighter.

He groaned at the contact. Loud. Shameless.

"Shit... I need more of this," he growled over his shoulder, voice raw with want.

She leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "As you wish."

And she did worse.

The growl that followed went straight to her spine.

By the time they pulled into her private mansion gates, her heart was racing, her legs a little shaky, and her brain a little fried. She hadn’t done that ever in her life. Ride a motorcycle. Wrap herself around someone. Let go.

And Lux?

He looked better than ever—messy wind-tousled hair, sinful smirk, and that dark aura leaking from his cuffs like smoke curling around the edges of temptation.

They barely made it to the dining room before her butler opened the doors with his usual reverent bow. She’d texted earlier. Everything was ready. Candles, wine, rare meats and seafood. Her private chef had outdone himself.

She wore that backless dress.

The one with the slits up the side.

The one she never wore because it was too much.

But tonight?

She wanted to seduce him slowly. No interruptions. Just...

"Miss Rava."

Her butler’s voice broke like glass.

She froze.

Lux raised a brow.

The sound of another pair of heels echoed behind them.

Fiera.

Freaking Fiera.

The fox stormed in like she lived there, already pulling off her jacket. "Sorry, the gate took forever. Why do you have so much security? I had to argue with them."

Rava blinked. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Fiera looked up. Smiled too sweet. "What do you mean? You invited us."

"No, I didn’t."

Before Fiera could answer...

"Oh, hell no—"

Mira waltzed in. In full red satin cheongsam, like she’d dressed for someone else’s date on purpose. She had a bottle of wine in one hand and a look of pure delight in the other.

"Evening," she said, eyes flicking over Lux. "Nice to see you both survived that bike ride. Thought I saw smoke."

Rava’s jaw dropped. "Why are you here?!"

Mira blinked. "Because you’re hosting."

"I’M NOT!"

"Your butler let me in."

"I pay him!"

Mira handed the wine to a servant. "Then you should pay him more."

Rava turned, about to throw hands, but then—click. The sound of another pair of heels. Slower. Hesitant.

Elyndra.

Clutching a small bag of macarons and looking like she knew this was wrong and yet did it anyway.

"Hi," she whispered. "I brought dessert?"

"You all are dead to me," Rava said flatly.

Lux was watching the entire thing like a devil dropped into a rom-com. Arms folded. Lips twitching. Amused. Dangerous. Silent.

"Why," Rava said slowly, "the hell are you all here?"

Fiera raised a hand. "Well, you two are having dinner alone, I figure—’danger.’ Like someone might not come out intact."

"That was the point!" Rava snapped.

"I was worried," Elyndra offered weakly. "What if he... like... drag you into your bathroom?"

Lux gave her a slow, toothy grin.

"I might," he said.

Elyndra squeaked and dropped a macaron.

Mira perched at the table like a queen claiming territory. "Come on, Rava. You’ve hogged him enough lately."

"Hogged?!"

"You’ve tasted him," Mira said, voice silky.

Rava blinked. "Are you even listening to yourself?"

Fiera poured herself a glass. "I just wanted to see if you were really that smug because of good di—"

"Stop."

Lux finally spoke.

Just one word. But it shut the whole room up.

He stepped forward. Pulled a chair out. Sat.

Dark eyes cutting through candlelight.

He didn’t shout. He didn’t need to.

"I was invited here," he said softly. "For dinner. With Rava."

His voice lowered even more. Velvet laced with heat.

"Not a party. Not an ambush. Well... I don’t mind you all ambush me in the bed though." He smirked. A dangerous smirk. "I can handle all of you at once."

Rava felt it again—the heat creeping up her spine. The slow way he looked at her. Possessive. Irritated. Turned on.

Nobody moved.

’Wait.... No, no, no!’ Rava pinched the bridge of her nose. Her brain fried. Her soul screamed.

She was supposed to have him tonight.

Alone.

Candles. Music. Dessert that wasn’t just Elyndra’s macarons.

Her place. Her rules. Her man.

And now?

Now Mira was licking her spoon like she wanted Lux on the plate.

Fiera had stretched like a fox goddess in heat.

And Ely was awkwardly sipping her wine while blushing at every sentence.

Rava exhaled slowly. Deeply.

"I’m going to kill all of you."

"You love us," Mira said sweetly.

"I have knives in the wall panel."

"Bet you do," Fiera muttered. "Bet he’s seen them too."

"I showed them to him!"

"That’s hot," Ely whispered.

Rava pressed her fingers into her temples, like she could physically squish the chaos out of existence if she tried hard enough. Her perfect dinner was gone—ruined.

The wine pairing? Pointless now.

The romantic lighting? Useless.

The playlist? Completely drowned out by the sound of Fiera stretching like a damn pin-up fox on the velvet dining chair.

And Lux?

He just sipped his drink, all demonic patience and that arrogant tilt of his mouth that said ’this is exactly the kind of chaos I like.’