Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation
Chapter 149: I am Hell (18+)

Chapter 149: I am Hell (18+)

Chapter 149 – I am Hell (18+)

Rava’s breath hitched.

Not from fear.

From the way his voice curled around her like a velvet rope—warm, tight, impossible to pull away from. She was still on her knees, flushed and smug, her lips tingling from where they’d just been, her thighs pressed together in pulsing ache.

And yet Lux—damn him—looked like he hadn’t broken a sweat.

He cupped her cheek gently, thumb dragging across her lower lip like he was marking her. She leaned into the touch before she could stop herself. She hated how easy it was to surrender to his touch. Hated how much she wanted him to break her more.

"You’re in heat," he said casually. "I can smell it."

Her tentacles tensed. "Don’t flatter yourself."

He raised an eyebrow. "You really want to lie to a devil?"

She opened her mouth.

Didn’t speak.

Because he was right.

She was burning.

Every nerve in her body was on edge. Her skin felt too tight, her chest too full, and her core—wet, clenching around nothing—screamed for relief. She hated it. Hated how easy it was for him to pull that out of her with nothing more than patience and a grin.

He stepped forward, hand sliding under her chin to tilt her face up. His voice dropped to something silkier, deeper.

"Stand up."

She hesitated.

"Now."

And because something in his voice hit low, so low her body responded before her pride could stop it—she did.

He kissed her then.

Not gentle. Not sweet.

His mouth claimed hers like it was a punishment, and she wanted it to be one. His hands were already on her hips, spinning her to the marble counter, pressing her against the cold surface while his body radiated heat behind her.

Her dress bunched up fast—ruthless hands dragging it above her waist. Her panties were already soaked. Ruined. Useless.

"Lux—" she started, voice breathy.

He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear.

"You teased me." His hand slid down the front of her body, between her legs, pressing hard against her wetness. "So now, I’m going to f*ck you."

The bluntness made her knees almost buckle.

She tried to spin around, to argue—to reclaim some sliver of control—but he caught her wrists behind her back with one hand, bending her forward against the marble. Her cheek pressed to the cool stone, her breath fogging the surface as he pulled her panties down in one smooth motion.

"Do you even know how desperate you smell right now?" he said, voice velvet-drenched fire. "It’s driving me insane."

Her hips pushed back instinctively, aching for contact.

She felt him behind her—hot and heavy, skin against skin—and then pressure.

He slid against her entrance once. Just once.

And didn’t enter.

"Beg."

She growled. "Never."

"Then I’ll wait."

"Lux—"

"Say please."

"Go to hell."

"I am hell."

She gasped as his tip pressed in just a bit. Just enough to make her thighs tremble and then he pulled back again.

Her pride broke first.

"Please."

She hated it. Loved it.

Wanted to kill him and keep him all at once.

He didn’t make her wait.

With one thrust, he was inside her.

Deep. Thick. Filling.

She cried out, hands clenching uselessly against the marble as he drove into her hard, fast, and furious. His grip on her hips was bruising, possessive, like he was claiming territory and didn’t care who it belonged to before.

"You like it rough?" he asked between gritted teeth.

"Yes," she hissed. "More."

He gave her more.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the bathroom, wet and fast and shameless. Her tentacles lashed around his shoulders, pulling him deeper, anchoring her as her own body started to unravel. Again.

And again.

He moved like he was built for this.

Like he knew every angle she needed, every rhythm that made her whimper, every pause that made her beg.

He whispered in her ear between thrusts.

"How’s that for control?"

She moaned.

"Still want to play dom, sweetheart?"

She bit her lip.

"You’re dripping for me."

She was.

And she hated that he knew.

He leaned forward, one hand dragging up her spine, flattening her to the counter as he slammed into her harder, deeper, until she felt it everywhere—under her skin, in her mouth, behind her eyes.

Lux chuckled low in her ear.

"Guess you really missed me."

She groaned as another wave hit her—tight, molten, clawing from her core outward until she was shaking, clenching around him, crying out his name like it hurt to hold it back.

And still, he didn’t stop.

He f*cked her through it.

Until her legs gave out and only his grip held her up.

Until her voice was gone and her body betrayed every ounce of dignity she had left.

Only then—only then—did he slow.

He pulled out.

Just a bit.

Then pushed back in, so slow it burned.

She whimpered. "Please."

He kissed the back of her neck. "Say it again."

"Please," she whispered. "Please, Lux."

He thrust once more. Shuddered.

And finally—finally—groaned against her neck as he came.

It was messy.

Hot.

His hand tangled in her hair, his breath ragged and uneven against her skin.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Only the sound of breathing. Heartbeats. The echo of what they just did carved into the marble and heat-soaked air.

Then Lux chuckled, soft and smug.

"Well," he murmured, "that’s one way to thank me."

Rava, still trembling, still bent over the counter, gave a breathless, wicked grin.

"I told you I was going to eat you alive."

Lux laughed again—low, satisfied, golden. The kind of laugh that wrapped around her spine and settled in her bones. She felt him shift behind her, still close, still pressed against the curve of her back like he wasn’t ready to let go yet. His breath was warm on her shoulder, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Just skin on skin. Heartbeats syncing like a secret language.

Rava finally straightened, barely managing it with her legs wobbling like wet seaweed. Her dress was half up, hair a mess, body flushed and wrecked—but she felt good. Feral. Fed. Possessed.

She turned her head, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"Clean yourself up, Devil," she muttered with a smirk, "you’re dripping on my floor."

Lux grinned, still panting. "Your floor’s lucky."

She rolled her eyes, grabbed a hand towel, and tossed it at his chest. "So cocky."

He caught it one-handed, unfazed. "You didn’t seem to mind."

She didn’t.

And that was the problem.

She minded how much she didn’t.