Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation
Chapter 148: Let Her Play (18+)

Chapter 148: Let Her Play (18+)

Chapter 148 – Let Her Play (18+)

They curled around him—shoulders, waist, one slipping beneath the hem of his shirt with shameless ease. Her body moved like it was done pretending she wasn’t starving for him.

Lux chuckled low in his throat. "And here I thought we were going to be civil tonight."

She shoved him back against the marble counter.

He went easily.

Still smirking.

Still watching her like she was the one undressing—not him.

Her tentacles slid around his hips, possessive and impatient, tugging his belt loose with practiced grace. Her hands followed—fingers tracing over skin and waistband, her breathing picking up even as she tried to keep it steady.

But nothing about this was steady.

Rava was unraveling.

And he was letting her.

That infuriating, cocky bastard—he wasn’t resisting, but he also wasn’t giving her control. Not really. He was just letting her pretend to take it. Wearing that grin like it was part of his soul.

"Enjoying yourself?" she asked, dragging his zipper down slow, deliberate.

"Always," he said. "You’re so... intense when you’re frustrated. It’s adorable."

Her hand gripped his waistband. "Call me adorable again and I’ll bite harder next time."

He exhaled a laugh. "Promise?"

She dropped to her knees.

Fast.

And the look on his face shifted. Just a little.

Not fear. Never fear.

But... reverence.

The kind that looked a lot like respect dressed in sin.

She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes, her tentacles still coiled around his waist, her breath warm against him.

His hand slid into her hair—not rough. Just anchoring. Grounding. That same damn confidence humming beneath his skin.

"Take your time," he said, voice low and hot. "But don’t expect me to behave after this."

She smiled against him.

"Good," she whispered. "Because I’m done behaving too."

And then?

She stopped thinking.

There was only heat.

Only him.

Only the deliciously impossible knowledge that she had him like this—pressed back against cool marble, half-undone, watching her from under heavy lashes with that infernal grin that made her body ache and her pride burn.

On the outside, he was still composed—still smug, still unbothered.

But she saw it.

The shift beneath the surface.

The slight hitch of breath when she trailed her fingers along his waistband, just shy of reverent.

The twitch of his muscles when one of her tentacles slid up the inside of his thigh and tapped, lightly, at his sac like a secret note passed between sinners.

She kissed his hipbone first.

Then lower.

Soft.

Just a ghost of pressure at the base.

And he sighed. Just a breath. Just enough.

She grinned against his skin.

Not quite hard yet. But definitely awake. Heavy. Warm. Present.

She ran her fingers over the length of him—not urgent. Curious. Experimental. Like she had all the time in the world to learn how he responded. And he was giving it to her, too. Every inch of that unholy control handed over in silence. Letting her touch.

Letting her play.

She tilted her head and kissed the tip of his cock. Barely a brush. Almost chaste.

Except her eyes stayed locked to his.

He didn’t look away.

Didn’t blink.

But his breath caught.

And that was hot.

A low exhale hissed out between his teeth, sharp as her own restraint. His jaw flexed. His fingers curled tighter in her hair. Not guiding—just feeling.

Her tentacles moved—two of them curling around his thighs, another slipping down to cradle him, teasing. Stroking gently along the base. A fourth flicked lightly against his balls, slow, rhythmic. Measured.

She licked again—this time from base to tip—languid, slow, too deliberate to be kind. Like it was the best lollipop she ever had.

And there it was.

The sharp inhale.

The little growl in the back of his throat.

The way his hips flexed toward her—just a fraction. Just enough to say ’you’re driving me insane.’

Yes.

Exactly what she wanted.

She flattened her tongue and circled the head once, tasting him. Salt and sin and dark heat. He twitched in her hand—half-hard and rising fast. His body betraying that perfect, bored expression on his face.

He was unraveling.

Slowly.

Beautifully.

And only for her.

And Rava—she reveled in it.

Because for all his infernal calm, all his sin-slick charm and devil’s grin, she had him right there. Caught in her rhythm. Held by her lips and her mouth and the grip of her tentacles.

She closed her mouth over his erection.

Hot. Wet. Patient.

She moved slow at first—just enough to feel the tension thrumming beneath his skin, just enough to savor the weight of him against her tongue. Her jaw ached slightly from the angle, but she didn’t care. Not when he exhaled like that. Not when his fingers tightened in her hair, his body trembling under a veneer of polished stillness.

It was like tasting a secret.

Like drinking something forbidden—powerful, addicting, thick with magic and ego.

Her tentacles curled tighter, holding him steady as her pace deepened. She sucked him in, tongue tracing the underside, swallowing every little sound he made, whether he meant to or not.

And the way he groaned...

Low. Ragged. Grounded in his spine.

Like she’d just yanked the breath from him and he was thanking her for it.

He was hard now. Fully. Heavy in her mouth, her hand, her grasp.

She pulled back slowly, lips dragging with deliberate friction until only the tip remained against her mouth. She kissed it again—lazy, smug.

And then released him completely with a soft pop of parting.

A single thread of saliva stretched from her lips to the flushed head of his cock. It glistened, obscene and perfect, before breaking—trailing down her chin and across his skin like the last ribbon of a gift being unwrapped.

She wiped it away with the back of her hand, still crouched between his legs, still grinning like the predator she was.

Rava looked up, eyes glinting with victory.

"Oh look," she whispered, voice thick with satisfaction. "Now we’re in the same horny state."

Lux opened his eyes, and his smile was downright lethal.

"So," he said lazily, "you just wanted to tease me, huh?"

She tilted her head, mock-innocent. "Hoping you’d get a taste of your own medicine."

His laugh was dark silk, low and dangerous.

"How naughty of you."